Avatar The Fortune Teller Novels & Stories

Did he really think I was speaking rhetorically? "An Avatar is like you and me, but they can do so much more, you could be a berserker with magic, you could be a wizard with swordsmanship, there's even this girl in the capital, a tank healer and she can control spirits, imagine this talent when she is older!"

Kayden said interrupting the fortune teller. “Shhhh” I placed my hand on my lips and urged her to continue. “Okay, I have had enough” he immediately pulled down the cloak from the woman’s head revealing her face. “Kayden” I reprimanded him and was about to apologize when I saw the fortune teller’s face, she was not an old woman, she was a girl, and looking at how young she was, she would be around my age. “Fiona, Did you run away from home again?” Kayden surprisingly asked the girl, who I guess her name is Fiona.

Chapter 11: The Hike Shahida and I went to the nearby shop they called Fortluck. It sells magic potions, accessories they believe could alter their future, and services like foreseeing. The owner lends his bathroom for Shahida to get dressed and fix herself. While in the living room that connects his sacred place where he does his service, he offers me tea he made personally. According to him, it's tea that puts your mind at ease. “Thank you,” I said while smiling. I put the tea cup on the table.

Most strikingly, the line above her philtrum bore a faint gray tinge, a clear sign that an outside force was feeding on her fortune. Beneath the table, Aria's fingers moved subtly. The gray aura felt eerily familiar, as if she had encountered it before. "I'm Aria Carver. I'm a fortune-teller," she said. "I noticed you when I walked in. Something about your energy feels off." The woman blinked in surprise. "You're a fortune-teller? My name is Sonia Yost. What do you mean by my energy being off?" Aria asked, "Have you been unusually tired recently? Out of breath after just a couple of flights of stairs? Forgetting things, even misplacing your phone while it's right on you?"

I remembered catching Costa's eye across the room and feeling something ancient and powerful spark between us—a recognition that transcended mere attraction. "I was looking for you," I gasped, the memories flooding back so fast they left me dizzy. "Even then, I was looking for you, though I didn't know why." Costa knelt beside me, his hands steadying my shoulders. "And I for you. The fortune teller—she wasn't human, was she?" I shook my head, another piece falling into place. "No. She was one of your people, disguised. She knew what would happen if we met."

Why did it happen? “Dark Forest is a famous pack with good forecasting skills. We were even the first before some greedy werewolves came out and messed things up.” He reminisced about those times. “After that mess, we still have fortune-tellers who are good enough to give birth to the predictions we've ever heard before.” He turned to Amora, looking straight into her eyes. “Some of the forecasts from previous fortune tellers had predicted the same thing. It's just like meaningless puzzle pieces.”

"I don't want anyone to find out that he possesses it." THE CELESTIAL FORTUNE TELLER The Celestial Seer, an enigmatic and revered figure, nodded slowly, her gaze hardening. Her appearance was that of a woman of indeterminate age, her beauty timeless and her aura mystical. Her skin had a moon-pale hue, and her eyes were a deep blue that seemed to hold all the constellations of the universe within them. Her long, silvery hair shone with an ethereal glow, floating around her as if in a perpetual state of zero gravity.

The fortune-teller continued hurriedly, “Mister Darby, I also read that you have terrible luck. Whoever gets close to you will definitely be unlucky. Your wife and friends will be struck with misfortune.” “What did you say?” The smile on Darryl’s face disappeared, and his tone turned icy-cold. He crossed the line. “You...” The fortune-teller’s voice was quivering, feeling intimidated by Darryl’s gaze. “I’m saying that you are unfortunate—” “How about I give you a prediction too?” Darryl spat, interrupting him. “A catastrophe awaits you today.” A catastrophe? The fortune-teller froze and stared at him blankly. “What catastrophe?”

Tammy starts but cries in pain as Anthony bends her hand back, this guy is literally insane. "Go on doll don't worry, I'll sort her out" he smiles ushering me upstairs once again, I take another look to Tammy who stood there in pain. "Go up there, no matter what he does they'll find you one way or another, I promise, you won't be stuck with this monster forever" she replies looking over at me, I can't just leave her like this, Anthony with a smile tells me to go on up the stairs. I finally nod slowly making my way up the stairs leaving Tammy with the monster, as I get to the top I turn to see them both still in the same position. I look to Tammy who mouths "it's all gonna be okay" before I w

AVA’s POV I shook my head and pinched myself hard on the cheeks. Am I dreaming? Is my mate really a half-witch? Well, kind of like a sorcerer because women are called witches. But what the hell? How? “Incredible,” the white-haired sorcerer whispered in disbelief as he stared curiously at Hunter. “You will not touch her,” he warned and growled menacingly. The sorcerer, who I believe is named Zane, tilted his head and looked rather cold and furious. The sparkle in his eyes that hinted his curiosity was no longer there.