Wings Of Prophecy Novels & Stories

Her wings fell back into her body, screaming. Covering my mouth, a sob wrecked through me. I had forgotten she would feel the pain, too. Too worried about watching Mortus breathe his last breaths. The warrior, his eyes solemn with pity, gently gathered her in his arms, picked her up. Her head leaned into his chest, gripping his uniform. “Leave me,” she cried again. Wings sprung forth from his body, shaking his head. His wings hummed in the pattern of a hummingbird and took flight to the palace.

I shouted at him. He glanced down at me like he hadn’t realised I was still here. “It is the prophecy.” Well, we were in a world of magic and dragons, there was always going to be a prophecy, I guess. I never really understood why, though. If it’s all been foreseen, what’s the point? They always seem to come true. “What is the prophecy, exactly?” “First, the Worm King will rid the land of the jabberwocky menace. Then the Dragonrider will own the sky. Last, the Bride will appear.”

The golden light around my hands flared brighter, and he seemed to think better of it. "This isn't finished," he said, straightening his jacket with shaking hands. "You can't…” Thankfully, this coffee shop was in the parklands, so when the smoke enveloped me again like a shield, the Goddess spoke through me again. “Oh, is that so? I can do a lot more than strip you of your wolf. Let's start with your pups under your breeding program.” Xavier's face drained of all colour. His carefully cultivated mask of superiority crumbled completely as he staggered backward, his hands clutching at his chest.

When the diagnosis vanished, it revealed one last note at the bottom of the box. It was written in my handwriting, carrying a cold finality he had never seen from me before. "I believe in the prophecy now, Troy."

“We should not remain here.” “Why?” Hayate asked. The dead birds began to move. Wings scraped against pavement. Broken bodies twisted towards us. Their eyes opened, burning red. Tsukiko seized Ayame’s hand. “The prophecy is waking.” The birds rose together. Scene 6: The Prophecy Fragment We reached Tsukiko’s house with the birds following above the car. They struck the roof in waves, claws scraping metal. Hayate drove through narrow streets while I sat in the rear beside Ayame.

My boy is King David's unhatched daughter's mate. Stella´s hand left mine, and King David raised his hands in defeat. “I understand, Alpha, that the prophecy is not settling well with you. Honestly, it is not settling quite well on my end, either. I am married to my destined mate, and we are expecting our first hatchling. Dragons are faithful creatures, and I have no intention of disrespecting my queen, not even over a prophecy.”

Ava leapt into the sky, meeting power with power, light with shadow, divinity with destiny. Below, the mountain trembled—but none of them ran. The war had begun. And Ava… was ready. Lightning and wind clashed above the mountain as Ava hurled herself toward the gods, her body glowing with twin auras—moonlight and bloodfire. The force of her impact scattered clouds like ash. Achi joined her midair, his own power released fully—claws of spirit flame, eyes wolf-gold. The gods tried to separate them, but it was too late. The prophecy had ignited.

I purred. He was silent for a while, before taking in a deep breath and exhaling. “There’s more to the prophecy than what you know.” My heart thudded. “What do you mean?” Eric stepped closer, his gaze intense. “The Blood Moon. If neither you nor your mother kills each other when it rises, the world will be thrown off balance. The mystics’ powers — the wolves’ strength, the vampires’ immortality, the witches’ magic — will spin out of control, consuming the world in chaos. That’s the part of the prophecy my father doesn’t want you or anyone else to know.”

He bent down to scoop me up into his arms and was ready to take me to the hospital when the parrot spoke again. "Get rid of the baby! Get rid of the baby!" I instinctively covered Gabriel's ears and looked at him through tears. "Please, don't listen to it." But I knew he heard it. And just like that, his expression shifted. He looked away from me and turned to stare at the parrot. The parrot's words echoed through the whole house, and it felt like they were etched into my mind. I grabbed Gabriel's face, forcing him to look at me. "Honey, don't believe it. It's nonsense. Please, don't listen to that bird."

" Sloane snapped. He drew his dagger and flung the bowl aside. It clattered against the wall. "Calm down, Wingless." The old man did not flinch. His smile did not waver. "Like I said earlier, I am bound to your journey. I am bound to the prophecy. I am the only person you will meet who actually wants your journey to succeed. Who wants the prophecy to be fulfilled." "Fulfill a prophecy that will destroy my kind?" Sloane's voice rose. Anger built in his chest. "Fulfill a prophecy that will send my people into the void?"