Wings Of Fire The Prophecy Novels & Stories

“What prophecy?!” Candice paused for a moment, her expression turning serious. “The prophecy said that when someone is born with the power to control all elements—light, dark, fire, water, earth, wind, and spirit—the world will bend to their will. They could either bring balance… or destroy everything.”

"It's all just a matter of time now. I can feel it in my bones. The war is coming, and it's coming soon." "God, I hope so," Harry said, his voice weary. "But knowing Anderson—that stubborn, overthinking kid—I'm terrified he'll make a move that complicates everything. One wrong step, and we lose it all." Emily placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "Nothing will go wrong," she said with the kind of certainty that brooked no argument. "If Anastasia's interpretation of the prophecy is correct, we're going to win this war. This time, we end it for good."

The man said, looking at me over the rim of his glasses. Father Moretti's explanation re-played in my head. “Some bonds cannot fight what the universe decides. Yours is one of such, Alpha. I had a vision and I saw your mate, a brown haired young lady. She walked across the lands and with each step she took, life returned to that portion of the land. The message was clear, Alpha Romano. We must reverse the damage,” he had said. I wanted to argue. To reveal the prophecy that had been foretold about my mate when I was younger, but I knew there was no use.

My words did nothing but enrage him further, and he started to run towards me, hands outstretched ready to place them around my neck. But, before he could reach me, the familiar sounds of large wings flapping in the air met my ears. Fallon and I both looked up, Thale’s red dragon suspended above us. He exhaled flames in Fallon’s direction, although missing him so as to make sure I was not caught in the cross-fire. I needed to get further away.

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

It holds records of every pack, every bloodline, and every prophecy ever known. We look for hours. Finally, Lena pulls out a scroll wrapped in red ribbon. Her hands shake as she opens it. “It’s a prophecy,” she replies slowly. “One that speaks of the Flameborne.” I lean closer. "When fire and shadow are reborn, the world shall choose its fate. One shall rise to protect. One shall burn it all. And the heart that bears both shall decide." We stare at each other. “That sounds like you,” Lena whispers. I felt the scroll quiver in my hands. “Fire and shadow… me and him.”

Azeriel’s eyes burned with intensity, his blue flames snapping erratically, mirroring his rising fury. “You need to understand something,” Rowan said, her voice cutting through the roar of the Fire Source. She took a step forward, letting her fire rise in gentle arcs, not aggressive, just enough to assert herself. “I saw the prophecy. I saw why we were born—why we were separated.” Azeriel’s fire jumped higher, reacting instantly. “Stop lying to me,” he snapped. “I don’t care what visions you claim. You’re trying to trick me, to make me falter!”

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

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello. Thank you in advance for reading my latest novel, The Prophecy: Amarah's Alpha. I hope you will enjoy the journey of our two main characters as well as their entourage. Just to let you know, this novel is written out of my imagination. The contents in the novel mentioned herein are of mine and does not represent the views and opinions of others. Any incident that will be written or mentioned herein, is in no way related or is purely coincidental.

I barely cracked my eyes open, squinting at Simon a short distance away. His lips quivered, but no words came out. I surrendered to the pain, closing my eyes as blows rained down, each one burrowing into my bones. I could not even muster the energy to feel hatred. 'Simon, we're done for good,' I told myself. Nicole's wails crescendoed, finally jolting Simon out of his paralysis. "Stop, just stop! Ella, make them stop!" Simon barked. Ella reluctantly gestured for the beating to end.