Wof Prophecy Novels & Stories

A silver Luna shawl was draped over my shoulders, and oath-fire blazed against the night sky. However, the ceremony was cut short by a witch's prophecy. "Six years from now, your Alpha will betray you!" Back then, I laughed it off. I believed love was a matter of choice, not fate. Now, on the very day I discovered I was carrying his pup, I found that box at our doorstop, proving his infidelity. Troy's worried voice pulled me back from the memories. "What's wrong, babe? You look pale." I looked into his eyes, so full of warmth and devotion, but the air around me still felt suffocating. I forced a smile.

I needed more answers first. I nodded with a sigh, leaning against his chest. “And I suppose we should figure out this prophecy of yours, also. In the end, it sounds like we’re better off apart anyway.” “No,” Ferrin said firmly. “That’s not going to happen. We know you’re not the threat now, Willa. That means the prophecy is a warning to both of us. A warning that someone else is working against us. Prophecies can be avoided.” “If you truly believed any of that, you wouldn’t be waiting, Ferrin,” I said solemnly.

Lucian says, his voice controlled but edged with steel. “Years ago, when I had just become alpha, a prophecy was revealed.” I look directly at Astra, then deliberately let my gaze drop to her pregnant belly before meeting her eyes again. “A prophecy about a war that would break out when the true queen of the wolves was slaughtered. Murdered along with her unborn child.” Astra’s hand presses firmer against Lucian’s, but her expression remains steady. Calculating. “The prophecy referred to me.” “Yes. You’re the one with the ability to control a shifter’s wolf. The true queen.” I pause, choosing my next words carefully. “According to the prophecy, your murder, and the murder of your unborn chil

I suggested. She narrows her eyes at me in suspicion. “I have nothing to tell you. But maybe you can tell me” she countered. “Tell you what?” “Do you know about the prophecy?” My heart skipped a beat. Was she referring to Anastasia’s prophecy? “What prophecy?” I asked tightly. “The violet eyed werewolf is the ultimate weapon?” “Everyone knows about it” I said simply. She turned her head and stared at the ceiling. What I said made her eyes water with tears again for some reason.

"Or that you have the power to give life back to your mate. Or that I was mistaken about the prophecy." I turn my head to listen to Vera as she explains. "There will come to be a white wolf who would be born during the Alken’s reign. And she will be the end of the Alken’s reign and the beginning of a new dynasty." Vera repeats the prophecy, her face softening with regrets and guilt. "She shall take and give life to the Alken's reign and with her existence would come the new reign of white wolves, born from the royal blood."

“ The texts also lead to the conclusion that the one who is to be sacrificed for the prophecy to come to life is destined to be born near the altar within 100 miles radius. The altar will look unlike anything we have seen as it was designed by the gods themselves and it should actually be close to our location. It is beyond any reason how such a place has not been stumbled upon by accident, to be honest….We have searched the entire territory under our control as well as those surrounding us. It leaves only the human city in the East and Alpha Ivan’s land to be searched still, but this will require being covertly handled to not raise any suspicion. We cannot have anyone outside of a selected

Rowen replies, but there’s a ghost of a smile. I let out a breath. “The Riding Hoods are back. Meredith and Chris both had visions. There’s a prophecy. They’re after three things: a male wolf who’s unmated but a father, a pregnant she-wolf carrying pups by two males, and the blood of a pup born to an alpha female without a father.” Summer’s smile fades instantly. “The male… Esteban?” Rowen frowns. “And the pup… That’s Chris?” I nod. “Yeah.”

Abigail half begged. "What do you mean?" Bernard asked. "The prophecy. She's the one in the prophecy." Abigail said, pointing her index finger to Claire. Caroline and Bernard's faces formed into confusion. "What prophesy?" They asked simultaneously. "The prophecy. The one we have always known about." Claire decided to speak up. "You mean that prophecy about saving the werewolf species?" Bernard couldn't help but ask about it. "The very one," Khloe said.

She collapsed into her chair, her chest rising and falling in an unnatural rhythm as she looked around the room, and at the wolves who were now staring at her. King Tobias’s body filled with rage, and his soul felt as though it plunged into the depths of the icy lake of the Underworld as he realized what had just happened in his dining room. The gods and goddesses gave a prophecy, a warning, to the royal coven, a prophecy that seemed to threaten to unravel everything that he had worked for over the years.