These Deadly Prophecies Novels & Stories

“I think if the prophecy is indeed true, the elders and the religious section of the society will favor the prophesied one and so will the Saint thus threatening Alpha Vidar’s position and maybe that is the reason Alpha has been hiding about the prophecy all this time.” I tensed my brows, my heart hammering against my chest. “But I wonder if the Saint will side with him because, according to the prophecy, the prophesied one will bring the crimson spring with blood, flames and darkness, which insinuates towards a mass-level blood spill. That is, if the prophecy is true.” Miya shrugged airily. It’s true. True. True. True. I got up, hugging Carol to my chest as I paced near the door restlessly.

Flying up, I look through the opening and stifle a cry when I see dead bodies littering the bloody ground. I think about what I can do to stop the destruction around me, but all I can do is repeat the apocalyptic prophecies that we’ve read. Humanity's sacrifice shall be its champion. Should love and goodness prevail, the world will be saved. Should death and greed succeed, the end shall be a new beginning filled with death, subjugation, and destruction.

Albert looked at Jayden for a moment and then nodded his head. Shortly before Christian died, the man told Albert about a disturbing prophecy. The prophecy said that the Golden Moon Pack's Alpha Mate was a catastrophe. The mate would bring death to the Alpha. Not many knew about the prophecy. Christian was very guarded about this secret. It was a curse and a weakness. He did not want other packs to use the prophecy to destroy the Golden Moon Pack. One message Christian told Albert before he breathed his last was, "Find your mate and kill her!" "Did you find your mate?" asked Jayden.

I turned my back to leave, and as I disappeared into the darkness, I turned my back to look at her the final time, before heading towards the black river. "Moon goddess, be with me in this quest." I mumbled these words of prayer in tears. My journey towards the black river was accompanied by fear and death. I've heard ancient myths about some of my kinds, who embarked on this journey, and never made it across the bridge. While the bodies of some were brutally dismembered, the rest weren't seen till this day. There was also a myth about how the spirit that guided that river. It could be dated back to the time of my ancestors, that spirit was rejected after the Alpha got her pregnant. Since it

“Today is for mourning, for healing. Tomorrow is for celebrating. We have beaten the threat from the north. The prophecies have been fulfilled and now the ending can be written.” Small smiles could be seen around the room. The magnitude of what they had accomplished was still so new. Most here had heard of the prophecies, but never actually seen them. Dakari turned to address her and the room. “While I was in the dragon’s lair, I learned that there are more prophecies than we have here. From what I could understand, these ancient words affect us, and so many more. I could only catch glimpses, but I fear whatever is in them is what causes the weredragons to want to eradicate us.”

She wouldn't deny being excited about the selection, but Zeke's betrayal has ruined her happiness. "By the way, have you heard anything regarding the... prophesy?" Rolf's voice broke into her thoughts. "Hoof! I sincerely hope that shit isn't real, you know? I mean, what on earth could be a threat to our existence? What or who could possibly wipe us from the surface of this earth?" Few months ago, a prophecy had shown up on the walls of the temple. It's been ages since those walls brought up prophesies, it only happened in ancient times. But for the first time since the current generation, it generated a prophesy - one that was pretty dreadful.

“It’s me. Look at me.” I couldn’t. My breathing was too fast. My nails dug into my palms just to keep from lashing out. I felt it—the snap in my chest, the pull toward power. Toward striking again. Terror hit like ice water. I staggered back, arms wrapped tight around myself. “I—I can’t—” The words clawed out of my throat. “I almost—” The prophecy screamed in my skull. If the calamity is not averted, one of the pair must die, and the packs will fall into chaos.

"Too fucking right. The first recorded prophecy came from a Sheocrethian book on ancient mythology. It's not in play currently, so if you find yourselves in need of a good sleep aid, find me and I'll bore you to sleep with the details." The group chuckled again. I felt like I was finding my rhythm. "The second prophecy came from a Uparian Book of Prayers. Also good material for inducing sleep. The Amaranthanak Prophecy was the one I'd been hoping and praying for. It was the easier of the last two prophecies. From my research today, I know that's not what we're looking at. Did you want me to cover it now? Ever?" I surveyed the group. A few looked interested, but it also could have been the ne

"My late husband, the former alpha was so sure that he will be the alpha and that's what happened after he died my older son became the alpha of our tribe and we all forgot about the prophecy that have been made when they were young." A horrified expression shadowed her face as she continued "The prophecy was made when they both were still in my womb. The prophecy stated that I would have dizygotic twins and one of them would be the destruction of our tribe and our lives. At first we ignored the prophecy but when my husband died the prophecy became the untold truth as soon after he depart from his own tribe and left it barren without an alpha, now me and Eric are the one who have to pay the

“What does that mean?” Dell drops his hands and with a deep sigh sits down heavily on his chair picking up his teacup. Conflicted on if he should tell everything. Maybe it would be best just to tell her the specifics. Taking a sip of his tea he looks at his daughter over the cup’s edge. “That Prophecy states that one will be born with the gifts besotted upon the males. With these gifts whomever she or he chooses to Mate will become all powerful.” Corbin gasps looking at her daddy. He nods at her. “If she or he chooses poorly, it will mean the end of the world. If she or he chooses wisely. A new age of all Supernatural kind will emerge. For their offspring will be as gods upon this world.”