Wof Prophecy Novels & Stories

“This is the Stone of Oryn. It's been guarded by our pack for centuries. It holds the knowledge of the first wolves—our origins. And it contains... a prophecy.” Aria’s heart skipped. “A prophecy?” Kael nodded. “It speaks of a white-furred she-wolf, born under a blood moon, destined to either unite or destroy the packs. You were born on the last blood moon, Aria. And your wolf... is unlike any we’ve ever seen.” Her blood ran cold. “You think I’m the she-wolf in the prophecy?” “I know you are.” --- The weight of Kael’s words crashed down on her like a tidal wave. She took a step back, shaking her head.

“Dad—” Alfred lifted a hand, cutting him off. “You may be a guest in my kingdom, like my son promised, but this matter extends far beyond hospitality.” His gaze flicked back to me. “You are the child of prophecy—the one who, according to your legend, will bring ruin on your kind.” The air in the room turned colder. Lloyd’s hand twitched against his knee, and I felt Beck’s gaze sharpen beside me. I clenched my jaw. “I never asked for any of this,” I said softly. “I didn’t choose to be the prophecy’s pawn.”

“Please, don’t do this. I’m not worth fighting over this way.” Jack flinched as he heard the words Jessica spoke, the negativity she surrounded herself with, and he felt his stomach twist at the idea of the she-wolf thinking herself so unimportant. “Any man would be lucky to have you, Jessica, and we will fight to the death to deserve your love.” Lucas snorted at Jack’s compassionate comment, “Jessica, you have been absent for a decade. If you are the one the prophecy speaks of, the future Queen, then your wolf will respond to the alpha’s challenge.”

But the last part of the prophecy read: “drinkers of blood will spill the blood of the werewolf but none shall stain any Lycan.” The prophecy not only predicted the war, but also the vampires forming an alliance with the Lycans. That gave me chills. How could they have known that would happen five hundred years ago? The second one hit closer to home, a prophecy that predicted a strong line of gifted Lunar wolves, one of whom would rise as the strongest Alpha the world had seen. “Plagued by challenges and forces opposing, she shall open the door that the past keeps us closing.” Was this about my sister?

"I, Dylan Winters, Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, renounce my rejection. You are my mate, my equal, my everything. If you'll have me." Before I can answer, James bursts through the door. "Alpha! The council is here. All of them. They've heard about the White Wolf." Dylan stands, pulling me up with him. "Whatever happens, we face it together." Heavy footsteps echo in the hallway. The eldest, a woman with silver hair, speaks first. "The White Wolf has risen. The prophecy begins." "What prophecy?" I demand. "The prophecy that says you will either unite all werewolf kind... or destroy us all."

“His kin have been going rogue. They have made a successful passage through the gateway in Paris at Decker's fancy hotel.” “Why would the vamps go back to Tempest? They have more rights here.” Amos paused and a look of uneasiness washed over his face. “Unless…” He quirked his eyebrow at his beta. “Unless it's beginning.” “The prophecy.” His beta nodded. “The atmosphere. It's getting thicker. The tension. Whatever it is. It's not good.”

"Thank Goddess I could run the fastest, and that was how I escaped into this place. Waiting for the prophecy." "Prophecy…? What prophecy?" I looked up at him and asked. "The prophecy of the one werewolf who will be born in Balbrigga. She or he would deliver us from the tyrants called Dojras." "Dojras..? I've heard the name before.. from my mother. She was killed by one of them and my town was torn apart and burnt by them as well." My weary eyes couldn't hold back the tears that rolled down my cheeks, and I bowed gently in sobriety and sorrow.

Cyrus answered truthfully. "You said something about a prophecy, right?" I asked Cyrus. "Yes, Zeta." He bowed. "What was it about? Do you have any idea? No matter how little you know, I'd like to hear it." I urged him. "It was a prophecy about a mighty wolf being born, Zeta. According to the prophecy, that wolf was going to save the entire werewolf race. This must have been what made the wolves think the witches were plotting something against them. We have all been awaiting the birth of the mighty wolf and living in fear of what awaited the future of our race." Cyrus explained.

“There is something I have hidden from you. It's time I told you. It's about a prophecy that was spoken of many years ago.” “What prophecy?,” he asked, curious. “It was prophesied that a child will be born to an alpha. She will be possessed of a demon, and he will push her to do the extremes.” “What extremes?.” “She shall rise against the alpha and destroy the pack. When her task is completed, she shall be killed.” “Tell me you do not speak of Alicia,” Fidelis quickly asked, looking very worried. “I am the alpha the prophecy spoke of.” “Alicia?,” he said in utter disbelief. “No! That's not possible! Alicia can never destroy the pack she loves. I'm sure the prophecy spoke of someone else.”

I could see by the stunned look on his face that he realized the truth of her words just like I did. We saved each other last night. The strength of Onyx’s love gave me the push I needed to break Soxor’s spell and I had used my magic to heal his wounds and save his life. I heard a few sharp inhales in the room. Onyx reached for my hand and I squeezed his fingers lightly. We knew we wouldn’t be able to hide the fact that we’re mates for long, so there was no reason to lie about it now. “Wait,” the elder with the graying beard said. “You’re saying that the prophecy depends on a shifter and a witch falling in love? How will that end the war?” He looked more than a little bit skeptical.