Wings Of Fire The Prophecy 소설 & 이야기

Shadows danced around him, his crimson eyes glowing. “She is awakening,” he said to the figure behind him—a tall woman cloaked in midnight. “Good,” she replied. “Let her come. The prophecy cannot be fulfilled unless she walks willingly into the fire.” Riven smiled darkly. “Then let the fire begin.”

“As it should be. The prophecy speaks of two—the Flame and the Fang.” Zara’s breath caught. “The Flame… and the Fang?” Seraphine nodded. “You are the Flame, child. And he is the Fang destined to stand beside you.” She stepped closer, her voice lowering. “But be warned—the Covenant has learned of your awakening. They are gathering forces, and a war unlike any before is coming.” Ryker’s grip tightened around Zara’s hand. “Then we will be ready.” Seraphine’s gaze softened. “You must be. For the prophecy does not promise victory—only sacrifice.”

I didn’t want to pull on my wings because I really liked the hoodie I was wearing, and my wings would make mincemeat of it. I caught her eyes and all I could see was anger and hatred boiling in them. I pushed with my aura so hard my hands felt like fire against her arms. She started making a sound that was close to pain and then suddenly Cash pulled us apart. I was now standing behind Cash as he faced the clawing wolf himself. “Stop it, before you get hurt!” Cash growled at her. She immediately stopped and started sobbing as she quickly rubbed the burn marks on her arms that my hands had left behind.

“She’s strong. Stronger than any Queen we’ve had. She won’t let that happen.” The Council didn’t answer. They stared. Finally, the elder whispered again. “The prophecy speaks of the return of the twins. And the return of the fire.” Tyler looked confused. “What fire?” “The fire that nearly ended us all,” the man said. “The fire the twins brought. If Emma lets them live… if she opens her heart to them… then the fire will return. And no one will stop it. Not even her.” Tyler’s heart raced. He took a breath.

But this is very, very interesting stuff, "There is a lot of specific factors that have to be just right for a prophecy to get fulfilled. If even one of them is off, it all falls apart. So far, I’m pretty sure you're the one who's gotten closer. This energy chose you, Ivy. Fate chose you, it gave you power and then left you alone to see if you'd reach your full potential on your own. So far, you've followed the path correctly. You are in the right track to fulfill your destiny. To bring down empires and shake things up, even indirectly. By creating change, even in a tiny pack, you're giving hope to many more, making them move and act for themselves. It’s the butterfly effect, you see? You’re

The electricity searing through her, followed by the wild, heated burning sensation. “Why are you telling me this?” Jessica asked, her voice trembling as she spoke. “We are all connected, you and I,” Elias paused, “And the others. We are all involved in this; the prophecy has made it so.” Jessica felt her stomach knot and twist at his words, “Others? You mean….”

The further my little mate went, the more my insides felt like they were being burned by volcanic fire erupting from my jealous and saddened heart. Only the first born males in my family knew that there happened to be another part to the prophecy. It would end with me. My family thought Ginny denying my grandfather as her mate would result in the end of the werewolf species, but Ginny apparently prayed to the Moon Goddess herself, begging her to give him a second chance mate. A mate that was a werewolf. I don't know the whole story, but I know that the Moon Goddess spared us and Ginny, a human woman, had been the one to protect us.

“Not all prophecies speak truth. Some speak choice.” My mouth parted. “I don’t… I don't understand, Moon Goddess.” “You will.” She reached out, her touch brushing my cheek. Warm. Real. “You were born to balance light and dark. To choose what others fear to face.” Then the world erupted. Silver fire burst around me, alive, whispering, dancing at the rhythm of my breath. I raised my hands and the flames followed like they knew my soul. “Why me?” I asked, voice breaking.

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.

My breath hitched as I read: "Two shall rise when sun and moon collide, born of flame and sea. They shall bring light to shadows, yet darkness shall follow in their wake. Blood of kin shall seek them, and loyalty shall be tested as never before." I sank to the floor, the book clutched to my chest. The prophecy spoke of power, of fate interwoven with fire and water. My mind raced back to the nights spent by the Traveling River, hearing the old tales told by the elders, stories of mystical twins who wielded power so strong, kingdoms would kneel or crumble at their feet. Could it be us?