Wings Of Prophecy の小説・ストーリー

Gideon purred like a hungry cat seeing its master, kneeling in front of the unknown figure. “It has been years since the prophecy was revealed. In the birth of the child’s parents and now that the child has grown. It cannot be repeated twice and not mean anything. You seem to not wonder, this are hinders that are yet to reveal their wings, and we have to clip them before they learning to fly. I cannot be undone by a mere mortal. I am the god to come, the god that all will recognize. If by means they are trouble, I better not find out. Find the imposters for me.”

Something was telling me that she was not lying. "Who are they, why did they do that to you, why are they after you, after us?" Everything was confusing, it's as if everything was escalating. "It's a battle with not just the wolves but with the witches, the evil ones. They've been working closely with the alpha king and creating havoc. They are after power, more power. There's a prophecy that says we will destroy their forces and that's why they controlled me and made me try to kill you. They don't want us to join forces, they are after us right now and the alpha king, he's with them. " This was a lot to take in. Why would the alpha king want more power? How many other prophecies were there?

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

The warm lamplight wrapped around her, and I tried to memorize every line of her face, knowing this moment was temporary. “You already know the answer,” she said. “The prophecy isn’t about war it’s about balance. You can’t defeat the dark half by destroying it. You have to absorb it. Bring it back to where it belongs.” She pressed my hand firmly. “You and Lyra are two halves of one whole, just like the crystal. What Zephyr did with those pieces this morning… that’s what you’ll have to do with your sister.” “That’s what the prophecy meant,” I whispered. “When it said one shall slay and one shall unite.”

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

I should have run. She laughs, short and hard. “Oh, the look on your face! You all assume the same thing. No wings, but enough like the dragons to make us illusionists. The qualifications for becoming one of those monster’s soldiers, a hunter. That was the first word that popped into your head, wasn’t it?” She takes a step forward and my wings quiver with the urge to jump back. But hunters have ways to keep those with wings grounded. “Well, you’d be half right.” Her grin grows. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice a pathetic squeak. “Half right?”

I didn’t want to fall apart, but it was too much. My hands were shaking. I could barely hold on. . But this time I was not concerned. I couldn't pay to be. I closed my eyes and breathed in, but it felt like I was dragging in more than just air like the weight of everything was sitting in my lungs. The magic inside me was alive buzzing, boiling, torn between two halves of who I was, Wolf ,Witch and me. The prophecy had always felt so far away… until now. I had to choose. Lose myself to it or take control before it did. I might choose to battle.

Did they extract any information from them? Yes. Amos was quick to answer. They had a vision that a battle in the Tempest Elysium would give them the ability to walk into the sunlight. It's happening, isn't it? I think it's time to return to Tempest, he informed Amos grimly. I'm on my way back. With that, his paws flew across the ground and his body lifted until the familiar feel of wind was underneath him. His powerful wings took over as he soared through the sky.

Jessica felt her stomach knot and twist at his words, “Others? You mean….” Elias interrupted Jessica’s words as he stepped closer to the she-wolf, closing the gap between them. He lowered his voice to a whisper, so only he and Jessica could hear it. “The prophecy doesn’t bind you to one alpha; you have four Jessica. Jack, myself and two more who are yet to appear to you. Together we are to rebuild the shattered ones.” “And if I refuse?” Jessica asked, standing her ground confidently, “What if I don’t want to repair your silly, shattered pack? I am done with pack life now. I’m going back to the City after this. Back to my normal job and my normal home.”

This wasn’t politics. It was seduction, laced with venom. He found me near the training cliffs, alone. “I made a mistake,” Vaeron said. I turned, face blank. “One mistake or hundreds?” His silence was answer enough. But when his hand brushed mine, something sparked. Faint, fractured, still alive. The sky split. The moon cracked in half, not illusion, not dream. All wolves howled at once, instincts writhing in panic. The old prophecies spoke of this. But they didn’t speak of me. Because I wasn’t part of the prophecy.