Wings Of Prophecy Novels & Stories

“Your child is prophecy-born. We know the stories. Fire, flood, forgotten gods. Why should rogues tie their survival to her fate?” “Because it’s not her fate alone anymore,” Aria answered. “It belongs to us all. And if you think the shadows will spare rogues or Ash wolves or Moonrise warriors alike, then you’re still thinking in borders. The prophecy isn’t about power. It’s about choice. And unity.” Lysa leaned forward, voice quiet but fierce. “I was rogue. I lived the divide. I lived the cost. This—what we’re building—it can rewrite everything.”

"Oh, so you just can't make it without the Swains? You've got two hands and two feet. What's stopping you from getting a job and taking care of yourself instead of showing up here to whine? "This whole act is just your way of sneaking back into Mom and Dad's good books through me. Don't pretend you actually feel bad. You don't." Jillian's face turned ghostly white. She clearly wasn't ready for me to call her out like that. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. I shoved past the three of them, rushed out of the airport, and hopped into a cab headed for the university.

A Silvermoon council elder that stood with Elliot stood abruptly. “Are you saying the prophecy still stands?That it is true that the packs would have power when the Packs unite.” Gina stepped forward, her voice clear. “Alphas of the realm, I greet you. I am Gina, a former priestess of the high priest. I was the one that received the original vision,” she said. “The prophecy is tied to Liora...her union, her leadership, her heart. The Goddess will bless whichever pack unites with her. And all other packs who accept the union will share in that blessing.”

He pulled the priest along with him. The priest kept on mumbling the prophecy as the soldiers pulled aside some women, their screams filling the air, their fight weak against them. Suddenly, they could all hear something strange. The sound of massive wings flapping in the air, slow and powerful. The light that reflected on them was unnatural. They looked up at the sky, at the image that commanded their attention. His hair was a mix of flames and his dark eyes thirsted for revenge, in his outstretched hands were balls of flames…

His voice was strained a bit. “Alyssa.” A smile blossomed on her face as she freed her dark wings. Lucian’s eyes widened, he felt his own blood pulsating and his own wings were released without any commands from him, it wrapped around the two like a cloak. He felt warmth and relief. “You are royalty too?” He asked after they broke from the warm embrace “Yes.” Alyssa glanced at her wings lovingly, she patted them gently. “The prophecy stated that I would be led to my intended and together, we would make a great kingdom. I finally have my wings!” She twirled around in a circle, giggling gently.

“Are you my boyfriend or my bodyguard?” He held his ring in front of me, my eyes were magnetized by the intricate carvings on it. “Guardian angel, remember?” He straightened up on his seat, and in a louder than necessary voice, he said, “And unlike the last one you had, I have a sword, not a halo. And my wings are black, not white. It’s time they realized who they will have a problem with the next time they hurt even a single hair in your body!” My eyes widened at him. He took my hand in his again, and then he bent down to kiss my fingers once again. “I love you, angel.” He didn’t even whisper that. I was sure many people around us heard everything he said.

“I call upon to open your doors … a quarter of my soul becomes yours …” A flash of blue light marked his chest with a six-pointed star. “King’s Legacy.” Blue strings of alar burst out of the glowing triangle in his chest, all dancing around him, then compressing to form dragon wings at his back. He looked up, seeing Eli ascending into the dark clouds. With one flap, he lunged upward into the air; the wind brushing against his face as he worked his wings.

But she didn’t stop. She never stopped. The Prophecy She lifted her hand and the fragment on the desk—those knotted runes—lit like a heartbeat. “One thousand years ago,” she murmured, “a storm ripped through the Veil, splitting the worlds. A creature crawled out of that tear—half sky, half shadow, and shaped like a wolf carved from lightning.” My wolf pushed against my ribs. Hard. Damian spoke through clenched teeth. “That prophecy was sealed. Forbidden.” “Everything forbidden eventually comes home,” she replied sweetly.

The taller Elder stated,“The prophecy foretells of an omega whose soul shines brighter than the sun and whose heart is purer than the first snowfall. This chosen one will bring balance to the warring packs and unite the alpha and omega clans, ushering in a golden era of peace and prosperity.” I frowned, seeking clarity. "So, is this prophecy myth or reality?" The shorter elder's expression turned stern. "Ignorance makes a man foolish and blinds him from what's before him." Before I could respond, the two elders stood up and left, leaving us stranded. I wanted to protest, but the younger mage sat beside us, his friendly tone a welcome change. "What questions do you have? I'll answer," he offe

The fact that someone had managed to sneak up behind me was enough to send a cold chill through me. I had the sense that nothing good would come from looking, but I wanted to know what made that soft sound. Before I could make up my mind about what to do, a soft, genderless voice started whispering into my ear. “The one with the magic to save their heart,” it said gently. “Will end the war at the start.” Guilt and despair warred within me at the words of the old prophecy. I blinked away tears and shook my head slowly. The war between the wolves and witches would never end, not now. The one who was meant to fulfill the prophecy was gone. He–