Prophecy 소설 & 이야기

Instead of answering, Ivan picked up a pen from my desk and sniffed it. Sniffed it. He scrunched his nose. “You actually smell like math homework,” he muttered, tossing it back down. I stared at him, completely done. “Are you finished? Or is there more weird behavior you plan on checking off tonight?” His smirk faded. “You’re taking too long,” he said. That caught me off guard. “Too long for what?” “To figure it out. To make a decision.” He leaned back against my bedpost, calm as ever. “The prophecy isn’t going to wait until you’re ready.”

I said. “The prophecy is waking.”

“I think if the prophecy is indeed true, the elders and the religious section of the society will favor the prophesied one and so will the Saint thus threatening Alpha Vidar’s position and maybe that is the reason Alpha has been hiding about the prophecy all this time.” I tensed my brows, my heart hammering against my chest. “But I wonder if the Saint will side with him because, according to the prophecy, the prophesied one will bring the crimson spring with blood, flames and darkness, which insinuates towards a mass-level blood spill. That is, if the prophecy is tr

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 wou

“Last time she was speaking in tongues, and no one could understand a word. It was chaos. Not like this, though.” I didn’t need any more warnings. I could feel the pull of whatever dark magic had possessed Nossy, the overwhelming pressure building in the air. A prophecy? That word alone sent my stomach plummeting. A prophecy meant foretelling, fate, a future that couldn’t be avoided. And when it came from someone like Nossy—someone with ties to the worst of the dark mages—it meant trouble. Serious trouble.

“What prophecy?” Margaret took a deep breath. “The prophecy speaks of a child born of mixed blood, possessing the power to unite all supernatural beings. If the witches can control Zion, they believe they can harness this power to dominate all realms.” Bastian cursed under his breath. “This just keeps getting better.” “We need to protect Zion at all costs,” I said firmly. “And we need to find a way to break this prophecy, or at least prevent the witches from using it against us.”

All six of them. The prophecy moved to the background, never forgotten but not obsessed over. With every major milestone, I would look at the prophecy again and see if it was mentioned. The problem with prophecies is that they’re not really clear and you can make most scenarios fit. Cornelius had tried to do that, and it didn’t end well for him. Most times I would close the computer, deciding that I didn’t need to worry just yet.

And there, hidden within the dusty pages of an ancient manuscript, I found it—the prophecy that would change everything. As I read the words inscribed upon the yellowed parchment, a sense of awe washed over me, as if I had stumbled upon the key to unlocking the mysteries of the moon's spell. The prophecy spoke of a chosen one, a figure destined to lead the werewolf pack to victory against their enemies and restore balance to the world. The prophecy also spoke of a figure destined to rise from the ashes of darkness and lead the werewolf clans to victory against their enemies. It spoke of a power un

I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting – we were in a library, after all – but it wasn’t this: a large table in the centre, overflowing with open books, their spines long since cracked; corkboards on the walls, torn pages of books pinned to them; glossy green houseplants reaching up towards the flickering light. “You ask this in every possible future,” he said with a smile. “The houseplants add some colour. And I wanted to make you feel at ease.” “Well – thanks, I guess.” “You’re welcome.” I don’t think he caught my sarcasm. “Hang on. I just need to…” Trailing off, he slid a sleek smartphone out of his pocket and sent a text to someone. “Right. There’s no correct way to tell you this; you’re

“Alpha Gavin said that his uncle threw him out of the pack because he wanted to retire and be with her. I’m sure Gab had automatically went to her when he got thrown out. Why didn’t they end up together? How did grandma Cat end up with Grandpa Fred?” “Because of the prophecy that she unsuspectingly made,” Atticus answered. “Catherine, who was around nineteen or twenty, was still learning the ropes of the gift given to her. The two of them were out on a picnic when she made that prediction. One would know that it is genuine because the person would go into a trance and will act as if nothing had happened after they spoke it out.” “Gabriel talked with her father