Young Adult Fantasy: Prophecy of the Most Beautiful by @DianthaJones (excerpt)

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Prophecy of the Most Beautiful

Oracle of Delphi #1

By Diantha Jones


She has a destiny so great that even the gods fear her.

Constant hallucinations and the frequent conversations with the voices in her head, have earned eighteen-year-old Chloe Clever the not-so-coveted title of "Whack Job" in her home town of Adel, Georgia. With the onslaught of prescription medications and therapists threatening to push her over the edge, she wishes for a life far away from the one she has, a life where she is destined to be more than the butt of everyone's jokes and mockery.

Be careful what you wish for has never rung more true.

After living through an attack from her worst nightmare, she awakens to find herself far from home, surrounded by glorious riches and servants…and a few demigods who enjoy killing things. Upon learning that her favorite rockstar is an Olympian god, she is thrust into her new life as the Oracle of Delphi, the prophesier of the future, and the great Pythia that the gods have been anxiously awaiting to arrive for centuries.

Setting out to fulfill the prophecy she has been given and to keep her family safe from a demigod Princess that wants her dead, Chloe learns of how great she is to become, all the while fighting mythical monsters, evading divine assassins and trying to outwit the ever-cunning Greek gods who harbor secrets of their own. In the hopes of discovering the Most Beautiful and the truth of her destiny, she strives to uncover the mysteries of the demigod Prince who has sworn to protect her with his life…and threatens to win her heart in the process.


Another deep accent interrupted the conversation. "Here's a question, will there ever come a day when I don't have to get pissed first, before you obey me, Ace?"

Their heads jerked towards the doorway.

Oh. Wow.

The room got hot, crazy hot. She had to resist fanning herself. Or letting her jaw drop. Or wiping her flushed brow. The only thing that stopped her was knowing how ridiculous she would look in the eyes of the devastatingly gorgeous young man that had just appeared in the doorway.

She couldn't remember a time when she had ever felt so woozy at the sight of a member of the opposite sex. Boys weren't exactly a favorite pastime of hers. In fact, she was content not to have them around her at all––not that any boy had liked her long enough for her to ever like them back…and not that the specimen she was gawking at now was anything like a boy. She couldn't quite describe the tingling feeling pricking her skin or explain the sporadic beating of her heart. She had never felt these things before. Adel, Georgia didn't produce guys like him, who, in all forms of the word, was nothing short of amazing.

Ace mistook her enamored expression for fear. "Don't worry," He said, "It's jus' my older brother, Strafford Law. Perfect timin', bro. She jus' woke up."

This Strafford Law stepped into the room. Wow, she thought to herself and swallowed. Just…wow.

He was as tall as he had appeared to be at first glance and had a physique that made her veins pulse beneath her skin. Chloe had already concluded his face was gorgeous––but that was before the light hit it. Now he was just mesmerizing, a strong jaw and a perfect nose. He had thick, unkept, jet black hair and striking gray eyes. Adorning his firm young body was a gray tee covered by a trim black leather jacket with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, crisp black jeans, and black leather high-top Converses. She could tell his right arm was tattooed with something but the jacket was hiding most of it. His bottom lip was pierced with a tiny hoop, and that only made him more attractive even though Chloe had always thought facial piercings were stupid. He didn't have any facial tattoos like his brother, but they would have only marred his perfect greek olive skin.

She was sooooo unworthy.

"I say, let the Oracle rest, then I find you sittin' on her bloody bed." Strafford crossed his arms. He glanced at her and it took everything she had not to bite a chunk of her lip off.

"Calm down," Ace said, standing up, "I wasn' botherin' her. I was passin' by, heard her movin' around and I stopped in." He looked at Chloe. "I wasn' pesterin' you, was I?"

Chloe, feeling more flushed than ever with Strafford's eyes now directed back onto her, only shook her head a few quick times and responded with a soft,


Ace looked pleased. "See? I wasn' being a pest," He said, walking around the bed and stopping before his brother. With one quick look at Chloe, he said, "Look, I'm sorry, bro. I'm a work in progress with the whole obedience thing. But right now, tell me to leave and on my honor, I will, no back talk." The boy made a fist and circled it around his heart and then lightly drubbed it against his chest one time.

Strafford looked unmoved by the mysterious gesture, though to Chloe, Ace had done it with so much sincerity. "Hector and Theseus are back," He said, seeming to dismiss Ace's disobedience for the time being, "Find them and have them meet me in the tower. I want updates on the state of things down there." Ace gave a quick nod and headed towards the door. "Oh," Strafford added, turning to face the teenager who had stopped and was waiting for his next words, "and tell Mystic tha' she's awake now. She'll handle the rest."

"Brilliant." Ace gave her a brief smile, then disappeared from the room, leaving her at the mercy of Strafford's misty gray eyes.