Wings Of Prophecy Novels & Stories

Heart pounding, I covered my stomach with my hand defensively. “What do you mean?” I said softly. The witch hesitated. Then she said the words that would change everything. "There is more than one spirit within you." The cabin seemed to tilt around me. I swayed, grabbing for the nearest chair. Kai released the rogue witch, who slumped unconscious to the floor, and was at my side instantly, steadying me. "What are you talking about?" Kai demanded. The young witch moved uneasily. "There is a prophecy older than any of us," she said. "It speaks of a child born under the twin moons. A child carrying both light and shadow. A child who will tear down false kings and raise a new era."

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔 Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's Nᴏᴛᴇ For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping.

“Yes, sir.” Then I was in the air, my wings slicing the wind, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest. This was bigger than any of us imagined. The prophecy was moving. Rowyn was at its center. And I’d die before I let anyone touch her.

We’d met and rejected our mate in the span of five minutes, and worse, he couldn’t even feel her wolf. “Remember the prophecy was cle-” “To hell with that ridiculous prophecy,” Raka snapped. “Go get our mate back. We're too old for this.” “Exactly! We are.” I shot back. “And she's too weak, Raka. She wouldn't survive Romano Crest,” I said plainly. That shut him up. “Penny for your thoughts?” Alessia asked, coming into view. I was so engrossed in my thoughts I didn't realised she walked in. Normally, I would have heard her steps before she got to the door. Curse this.

June asked as she sat down on the couch in the sitting room of our apartment in the palace. “The prophecy — the one my sister received, that was sent to her as a warning — well, the deities also sent it to me.” June nodded, and I stood behind her, my hand resting on her shoulder. I had explained the prophecy to her during our week in Seeravi, when we’d been preparing for our attack on Tobias and rescuing the destroyed packs. “It’s over though, right?” I asked. “‘But the light will sunder them and turn them to dust?’”

He still had more sleep reflexes, occasionally opening his eyes just to blink briefly, then falling back into a deep sleep. Once again I muttered, "Your eyes are just like mine." But this time with pride and love. The prophecy must be wrong. The two wings could be Antares and Lyra, the three men could be Ben, Kyle, and Jeremiah. But rogues... I've never dealt with them, let alone joined a colony. I turned to the window. Jeremiah seemed to be talking to someone. His face looked serious, but I couldn't tell who he was talking to. It could be Feride.

"There is an ancient prophecy about the Wynter line. One that your parents knew but hoped would never come to pass." "What prophecy?" Corin asked. "The White Wolf Prophecy," Ysara said, looking directly at me. "When a Wynter is born with a pure white wolf and eyes that glow, that wolf will possess power beyond measure. Power to unite all wolf kinds under one banner or the power to destroy everything." The room went silent."I don't understand," I said. "How can I do both?" "The prophecy doesn't say you will do both," Ysara clarified. "It says you will do one or the other. Your choice, your path. But the outcome affects everyone."

“I know you aren’t a fan of asking for favors but I think the time has come to call in Hawk. He is the only one I know that has the means to protect her.” I weighed his words carefully. Hawk owed me a few favors, and we had worked together in the past, but I have never asked him to be a part of our network. Hawk had a good heart, but there were special circumstances which is why he was not involved with Clipped Wings. Whiz was right though; Hawk did have the means to protect Ophelia. As I thought it over the idea became more appealing to me because since Hawk was not involved in the organization then hardly anyone besides Whiz and myself would know where she was.

He nodded to himself, and kept taking steps backwards, until he opened his powerful wings and knocked once, rising a few meters from the terrace, then he said: "I also made my choice, Your Majesty. And I hope that one day you will realize that I have always chosen to fight for you, with or without Prophecy. And when he flaps his wings again, rising to the skies with such speed that it looked like a rocket, I stayed behind with a strange feeling on my chest. My stomach seemed to have sunk, and the emptiness never seemed as absolute as at that moment. The feeling was like letting that inner peace of mine leaking through my fingers, and I spent a long time there in the cold, standing in the mid

The Crescent Moon emblem appeared dimly on the horizon, but it seemed odd. I whirled in a circle, my breath catching. He needed to be here. He needed to be. And then I saw it: a silver wolf standing at the edge of the clearing, its eyes flashing ominously. Its fur twinkled like stars, but its very presence sent shivers down my spine. "Who are you?" I demanded, my voice shaking but forceful. The wolf remained still, staring at me. Then it gently opened its mouth to speak. "You've awakened the prophecy," it replied, in a deep, echoing whisper. "But the cost is not yet paid."