Wings Of Fire Prophecies の小説・ストーリー

My father's warning had been very clear and concise. And the truth was that I didn't want to get involved in a proxy war, but I had to ask about the prophecy. “Do you know what the prophecy is about?” My father nodded earnestly. “From long, long before you were born, a seer born within the Preserve said that one day a proxy war would break out during a Blue Moon and that this war would be controlled by a Pure Omega who would be powerful enough to end it all,” my father said, and I swallowed hard. “For years there was a search for that Omega until the seer herself had a vision just before she died and said that the Pure Omega would be born during a major astronomical event before the Blue Moo

They were also Raven Shifters, making them even more special in the Fafner Kingdom since 90% of our country's inhabitants hand four legs and no wings. I raised my hand and gathered a small amount of warmth around my palm and fingers, creating a thin glove of flames that I pressed against my brother. I splayed my fingers and wiggled them through his fur, adding a little pressure when I finally reached the roots and the heat of his skin. Staring at the dancing flames that harmlessly brushed by his dark brown pelt, I focused on my connection to my twin, envisioning a bridge in my mind that connected me to him.

Her robes shimmered like oil on water, the hem brushing the floor though she seemed to float more than walk. She didn’t bow to Darius. She bowed to me. That should’ve been my first warning. He left us alone in the library, though not before brushing my wrist with his thumb. A quiet I’m here without words. Then he was gone, and the room felt colder. The Seer studied me for a long time before she spoke. “You’ve seen it,” she said. “The fire. The screaming.” I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. “It’s not just memory,” she continued. “It’s prophecy.”

A special character in a prophecy that won't just kill Alcander. Just kill Alcander? Not. There was a line in the prophecy that I didn't tell Aphrodite. I knew it would be a burden on her, because in the prophecy it was not only Alcander who would die at her hands. But Fenghuang was said to be going to kill the Seraphim, the supreme angel who had lost his wings.

I'm reviewing a math practice test the night before the college entrance exam when I spot a chunk of red text that shouldn't be there. "At 10:00 pm, your sister's classmate, Britney Lowe, will come to your house asking to stay the night. She'll say she had a fight with her parents and has nowhere else to go." "At 2:00 am, she'll sneak into your room, then call the police at dawn and accuse you of assaulting her." "The police will arrest you, and you'll be sentenced to three years in prison. Your younger sister, Lizzie Brown, will become the target of school gossip, and unable to face the online bullying, she'll jump to her death." I frown as I read it, assuming it's some kind of prank.

Replied Zach, “I didn’t mean it that way buddy! I would never.” I knew he was saying the truth. But this feeling was strong, and it was hard to control it. It was the wolf part of me trying to protect its mate. Zach was a wolf too, so he understood. “Yeah, no hard feelings.” I said and then, changing the subject. “So, how’s it going with the investigation about the prophecy?” There was this old prophecy told by my people, that a darkness would awaken and bring despair to our family. It was believed that this prophecy would soon come true. Zach oversaw the investigation, trying to find what would awaken and try to prevent it.

The wings wrapped around her like armor, shielding her from the next surge of dragonfire. Gasps rippled through ally and enemy alike. Even the dragons hesitated mid-flight, their instincts bowing to the ancient power reborn. Kaelen stared at her, awe breaking through his battle-hardened mask. “You’re not just the heiress. You’re the fire the prophecy spoke of.” Serenya spread the spectral wings, feeling their strength pour into her veins. She launched into the air, carried not by stone or flesh but by destiny itself. The sky opened to her, and for the first time, she soared.

Amber took in a deep sigh and after a long pause, she stood up and said, “I believe my mother had her reason for burning the book of prophecy. I also believe that, if no one had laid their hands on the book, then, no one would know if one is Chosen or not. At least, if everyone claims to be the Chosen One, there won’t be any Chosen One. I won’t be predicted by a mere book.” Everyone in the room looked at her as soon as she said those last words and she looked back at them, wondering if she had said too much. But no, she would not let her journey in this life be read in a book, even if it means altering it. * As the hours moved towards nighttime, Meera felt a sudden pain on her back. It was a

“What does it mean?” She turns to him. “It means the twins are not just heirs. They are anchors.” “Anchors?” I repeat. “To a new era,” she says. “One forged in ruin and reborn through reign.” Lycan Xander’s eyes widen. “The Flame and Betrayal prophecy…” “It is real,” she confirms. “And the war that follows will not be between packs. It will be between fates.” She lifts a finger and points directly at me.

Standing in front of hundreds of werewolves while Alric revealed the truth about my identity felt like being examined under a microscope, but there was something powerful about finally being seen for what I truly was. "Questions?" Alric asked after explaining the basic situation. A voice from the crowd called out immediately, sharp with concern: "What about the prophecy? The one that says Golden Wolves bring either great unity or great destruction? Is it true she could start a war?" The question hit me like a physical blow. I'd heard references to prophecies but hadn't realized they included such ominous possibilities. Lyra stirred uneasily in my mind, sensing my distress. Another voice, sha