Avatar The Fortune Teller Novels & Stories

Once inside, Jimmy wandered around to the far back side of the fair and soon found himself standing in front of a garishly colored tent that advertised Fortunes Told, Dreams Realized. Curious he went inside, where he was met by an old woman dressed in a costume from the sixteen hundreds maybe. The lady, who called herself Madame Kat, piqued his curiosity though, so even if it was bullshit, he plucked down his 7 dollars and decided to let her read his palm. After reading his palm, Madame Kat announced, "Young man, your future is full of dark, forbidden dreams that may go unfulfilled," she said with a serious frown.

Alpha’s men learn to do that; it makes the rest easier. Her eyes flicked to me once. If there was surprise, she swallowed it like bad medicine. “That name doesn’t belong to me anymore,” she said. Her voice was even, but it didn’t chase the sound. It sat. It waited. I took a step forward. “I’m Hunter. I work for Alpha Xavier. There are some things that I…”

She dabbed at her eyes and asked the staff to wheel the cart away. I reached out to stop them and said, "Wait, Mom. Let me see Winona one last time." Mom glared and demanded to know what I was playing at now. With a choked sob, I said, "Winona and I were twins. I have a feeling that… she's back." "What nonsense are you spouting now, you stupid brat?" Mom scolded. She raised her hand to slap me again, but Kenneth grabbed her wrist. As he looked down at her with a menacing smirk, she wimped out and smiled awkwardly in an obsequious way.

“Tell me, Liora. What do you want” I froze. What did I want? To disappear, to rewind the night, to not have Bella’s words echoing in my head like a curse. Virgin. Nobody. Forever. The tequila swirled in my stomach, mixing with the humiliation, the loneliness, the sudden, reckless fire this stranger had ignited just by looking at me I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or my deluded mind playing tricks, but the words tumbled out before I could stop them. “I don’t want to be a virgin anymore”

ALIYA’S POV I dreamt about the lake, the very first place we’d shared a kiss; it had been one of the best days of my life. But too soon, the perfect dream was interrupted by another memory. I stood in front of the fortune teller's hut, the bones and skulls hanging from the door clacking together with an unsettling sound. The old woman sat in her hut with a smile on her face. “Back so soon?” she asked. “You were right… about his darkness, he is the—”

“What in Luna’s name do you think you’re doing?” Before any of us could answer, the fortune teller quickly pulled a small pouch from her pocket and began scurrying around the room, sprinkling what looked like salt under the doors and windows. We could only stand there, dumbfounded, as she did… whatever it was what she was doing. “What are you doing?” I demanded, finally finding my voice. “Who are you, really?” The fortune teller turned to face us, her eyes blazing with fury. “I am Madame Zara,” she declared, planting her weathered hands on her hips. “And I demand you all stop doing whatever you’re doing this instant—before you go and spoil all of my hard work.”

“A Wolfe in Shady Oak. I’ve seen it all….” ​ “I’ve never met a witch before,” Ava said without thinking. Wincing, she backtracked. “Sorry, is that a stupid thing to say?” ​ The fortune teller’s smile was small and secretive, “Not if it’s true. What can I help you see?” ​ “Help me see?” Ava asked. ​ The witch took a deep breath and held it for several long seconds before letting it go. Ava felt her excited heartbeat immediately begin to slow. Although she didn’t give any sign of being affected by the display, the witch raised an eyebrow. “Profound, isn’t it?”

he sighed as he stared at her slowly healing wrist which was covered by a dim white fog unlike the bright ones when she had her strength, she was weak and it was his fault. "Are you satisfied, Papa Bear ?" She asked in a weak voice, smiling at him as he carried her bridal style. "I'm a vampire, sweetheart, not a wolf." He corrected her, "You shouldn't play such games with me, especially with blood." He whispered in a soft voice before speeding up his movement which was more like appearing at distant locations in a few seconds. And soon, they arrived at the home of the fortune teller. _ "And then would it happen again, for centuries and centuries to come about the war between the twins. As ha

ALICE POV “Siren Wolves?” I manage to repeat. But my voice is so low and so shaky that it’s basically useless. However, it seems to work on Diamond anyway. He looks at me and says, “Yes, Siren Wolves. That’s what the Oracle was. That’s what all real fortune-tellers are. They have the gift of vision.” “Ah,” I say. Suddenly, I get thrown back into the memories of that night when I tried to escape Nightshade Springs, when John and his friends attacked me. I remember spouting some riddle that night—one that sounded like a prophecy.