Wof Prophecy Novels & Stories

“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.”

At the center, an elder with hollowed cheeks and piercing, unnatural eyes stepped forward. "The prophecy speaks once more," the elder intoned. "The child of dusk and moonlight has awakened." A murmur rippled through the gathering. Another figure, shrouded in deep red, hissed, "Then the chains will break soon. The lost will rise again." "But she is unclaimed," a voice countered. "The path is not yet set. She wavers between destiny and defiance." The elder’s gaze turned toward the stone altar at the center of the room, where symbols older than time itself had been carved. "She belongs to us. The first king’s bond cannot be severed. If she does not come willingly, we will ensure she has no choi

“But what does any of that have to do with our current situation?” Elder Winifred stares blankly at Beta Charles for a moment, before leaning back in her seat with an exasperated sigh. “Because, dear Beta…” She pauses to take in a deep breath. “The prophecy mentions a made wolf in it, not a born wolf.” Gasps erupt all around us from the other Elders, a look of fear appearing on their wrinkling faces.

I said. Valentin grimaced again. “That’s not my story to tell. Switch to hip stretched,” he said. I followed his direction and scowled at the same time. “You can speak to your mother about this.” “She won’t tell me,” I bit out. “For a reason,” Valentin said. “There was a prophecy, foretold that eighteen years after the capture of the empire, the Dawn of the wolves would emerge, ushering forth a prosperous period of new wolves.”

“Are you going to tell them about the prophecy and my wolf?” His stare is cryptic, like he can decipher the crevices of my mind and interpret thoughts I couldn’t correlate with words. “For now, only Christian, Lila and Karina know about your wolf. The prophecy is vague, left to interpretation therefore it is irrelevant to share it. No one can know until I deal with Donovan.” He was right, a prophecy that simply states one person will restore balance and order within the world. The journey to that remains unclear. “Do you really think I’m the wolf in the prophecy? There are plenty of hybrids that exist. It can’t just be me.” I contested, strongly.

I said slowly. “They gave it away,” Rufus corrected. “Through unholy deeds. Through bargains that stripped them of what made them more than soldiers.” My mind jumped instantly to Sophie. “Sophie is the strongest Hunter in three hundred years,” I said. “At the Academy.” Rufus’s gaze sharpened. “Exactly.” I straightened. “There’s a prophecy.” “Yes,” he said. “Hidden. Buried where only those with the right blood and the right questions could find it.”

She spoke in wisdom and all the alpha went silent in realisation. "What is that prophecy Tomramas?" William asked in his emotionless tone. Tomramas moved to the center of the table as they all sat back on their various sit. He moved his sceptre creating a circle like mirror. "This goes back to hundred years before the war. A prophecy came to us the early wolves, about the birth of a destructor the sign of the bearer of such baby, would be fire, she would bear such sign on her both shoulders, till her baby is delivered and she'll pay with her life." Tomramas started.

Replied Zach, “I didn’t mean it that way buddy! I would never.” I knew he was saying the truth. But this feeling was strong, and it was hard to control it. It was the wolf part of me trying to protect its mate. Zach was a wolf too, so he understood. “Yeah, no hard feelings.” I said and then, changing the subject. “So, how’s it going with the investigation about the prophecy?” There was this old prophecy told by my people, that a darkness would awaken and bring despair to our family. It was believed that this prophecy would soon come true. Zach oversaw the investigation, trying to find what would awaken and try to prevent it.

“The prophecy was clear. If the Alpha takes Zylia as his mate, his pack will fall under ruin.” I felt the words cut through me. “You know nothing about that.” “Oh, but I do. It was read aloud that night at the mating ceremony. I know all about it” Her lips curved. “What the prophecy means is that your bond with her disrupts the balance. The Moon cannot favor one heart when her will belongs to all. So, if your pack must be saved…” She let the silence stretch. “You must take another.” The Priestess’s fingers tightened on her staff. “She twists the sacred text, Alpha. Do not listen.”

Standing in front of hundreds of werewolves while Alric revealed the truth about my identity felt like being examined under a microscope, but there was something powerful about finally being seen for what I truly was. "Questions?" Alric asked after explaining the basic situation. A voice from the crowd called out immediately, sharp with concern: "What about the prophecy? The one that says Golden Wolves bring either great unity or great destruction? Is it true she could start a war?" The question hit me like a physical blow. I'd heard references to prophecies but hadn't realized they included such ominous possibilities. Lyra stirred uneasily in my mind, sensing my distress. Another voice, sha