Beginning Visions Novels & Stories

She is the only woman I know who is in jail and no one else. After I saw the vision of that woman I suddenly feel my strength left my body and I'm about to faint. But before my body fell to the ground a strong pair of arms suddenly grab my waist. I have no choice but to wrap my arms around his neck so I can balance myself. And then I look at the person's face who helped me from totally falling, to say thanks for helping me. But when our eyes met. All I could do was to stare at him and gasped silently. He's the first handsome guy that I've ever seen since my eyesight came back.

"I need nothing. I want nothing. I seek nothing. I am complete. I am whole. I am fulfilled. I am nothing and something. I lack nothing. I need nothing. I want nothing. I am complete. I came only to show. To demonstrate. To prove. That Hope was right. That Dawn was right. That everyone who sacrificed was right. Nothing and something can coexist. Can merge. Can unify. I am proof. I am demonstration. I am validation. Hope was right. The sacrifice was worthwhile. The struggle was meaningful. The cost was justified. I am proof. I am Beginning. I am what comes next. I am here. And being here is enough. Existing is enough. Being proof is enough. I need nothing else. I want nothing else. I seek noth

He was still standing there, like a silhouette in the distance, slowly fading into the fog. Some people were only meant to accompany you for a part of your journey, and our path together had long since come to an end. Now, being at peace and well was the best ending for us both. I turned forward, closed the car window, and looked ahead, my heart calm. The fog gradually lifted, sunlight spilling gently, and I knew this was the start of a new beginning.

The moon hovered like a wound, split wide in the sky. And then the visions began. It didn’t start with fire. It started with breathing. His breathing. Victor’s. She was on her knees without realizing it, eyes rolled back, chest heaving. Her mouth opened—but no scream came. Only a sound like static, deep and old and wrong. The kind of sound the earth made when it remembered something it wished it could forget. The farmhouse floor tilted under her. And suddenly, she wasn’t in her room. She was there—where it began.

“I don't know how, but I've been having these . . . visions. I can't predict when they'll come, or how they'll happen, but they show me things that have happened, and things that are to come.” “Like your mother,” he said. “You have her gift. Since when have you been having these visions?” “I've always had them since I was little, but they were usually about random things that I couldn't really make sense of, or minor things that just appeared like coincidences. It wasn't until very recently that they became stronger, and more vivid. Sometimes, I'm afraid that I'll close my eyes and see . . . see something terrible that's going to happen,” I opened my eyes and turned to him, “to you.”

The mirror seemed to be pulling me in, revealing to me visions of my past and my future. I saw myself as a child, playing in the woods behind our mansion. I saw myself as a young woman, standing tall and proud as I faced a pack of snarling wolves. And I saw myself as a powerful alpha, leading my pack with strength and wisdom. The visions faded, and I found myself back in the ritual chamber, my grandfather's eyes locked on mine. "What did you see?" he asked, his voice low and urgent. I took a deep breath, trying to process the visions that I had seen. "I saw my past and my future," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I saw myself as a powerful alpha."

Was it possible that it was a vision of what was to come? Nae once explained to me what her visions felt like. She said it felt like she was really a participant. Visions always felt real because they were a real possibility of the future. She said the way she could tell it was a vision was because it left a tingling sensation in her mind, just like I felt at that moment. Fuck. I never had visions before. Was it because I was coronated and now tied to Aedrul? I really did not want to have visions, but I would take them as they came if they would help us.

I already knew I was hallucinating. “The moment I saw you reject my hand at first back in town and later accepted it, I knew that you saw something. Then when you talked about seeing an Alpha last night, I was convinced. Nathan, you have the gift of dark visions. Perhaps the Moon goddess chose to give it to you.” “What do I do with dark visions? They’re scary” I cried. “You fight them off. They’re not real. Anything you keep seeing is what you fear the most and that’s why you are here. To fight these dark visions in real life when they happen.”

I crawled at the rope with bound my hands, fought against the burning in chest and when the black spots started to appear in my vision, I knew I had no more fight left. Vibrant reds, blush pinks with soft purple undertones and calm light blues all gathered together to bask in the sun's golden glory. The sheer beauty of it brought tears to my eyes, it was the most beautiful sun rise I'd ever seen. The glorious dawn that chased away the night's shadows. The last sunrise of my life. Not a bad view at all!

Not much, but enough that I could breathe through it. “Vixen.” His voice sounded distant. Like he was standing on the other side of a tunnel. “What is it?” I tried answering. Nothing came out. Because the visions started. The first flash hit so suddenly I nearly cried out. The arena. The ring. Crowds filled every seat. Everything looked normal. Then chaos erupted. People started screaming. Guests shoved one another trying to escape. Warriors rushed in every direction. Panic spread through the arena like wildfire. Then the vision vanished. Another appeared immediately. A fighter stood across from me inside the ring. I couldn’t see his face clearly. Everything moved too quickly. His arm swung