Beginning Visions Novels & Stories

Before me stood the Original Source no longer appearing as a distinct being or recognizable deity, but as the pure essence from which everything supernatural had once drawn its first breath. "You may begin again," it said, each word carrying the weight of cosmic authority and infinite compassion. "Shape the world according to your deepest desires. Remove the betrayal that scarred you, erase the pain that broke your heart, eliminate the losses that haunted your dreams. Write joy into every space where grief once lived and breathed." Visions began opening before my awareness, each image more perfect than the last. I saw alternative realities spreading out in crystalline clarity, showing me pos

But now, as I gazed into the pool, I felt like I was finally seeing the truth. The image of myself began to shift and change, like the ripples on the surface of the pool. I saw myself as a child, playing in a sun-drenched field. I saw myself as a teenager, laughing with friends at a party. And I saw myself as a young adult, standing in a dark forest, surrounded by creatures with glowing eyes. The visions were disjointed and confusing, but they seemed to be trying to tell me something. I felt like I was on the verge of uncovering a deep truth, but it kept slipping just out of reach.

Would make my life much… okay, it wouldn’t make my life EASIER, but it would allow me to help others just a tad more efficiently. Four days ago I had a vision of a mutolupus being brought to these cells, only to be tortured and killed. I never know how the visions come to me; I just know if they do it means I’m supposed to help. Perhaps it’s insane of me to put so much faith in intrusive images in my head, but I have very little I can hold onto. My visions remind me that I have a purpose and that maybe there’s a reason for my suffering. There’s a reason I’m still here. So, I see each vision as a step towards a greater goal. I just have no idea what that goal is. At least I’m able to save som

Older than the first shore. Older than the Sea itself. Ama felt her heart race. No one had ever seen memories this old. No one. The vision unfolded. A sky filled with silver light. Not stars. Something brighter. Something alive. Countless beings moved through that light. They had no fixed forms. No names Ama could understand. Yet they felt familiar. Not strangers. Ancestors. The beginning. The Witness's voice echoed through the vision. Before stories existed, there were listeners. The beings gathered around one another.

"It's okay. We're okay." We weren't okay. Something was happening to me that went far beyond pregnancy hormones or Summit stress. The visions were getting stronger, more detailed, and more violent. And they were coming without warning. The last time it had been in the bathroom at the Summit hall, then the corridor, and now the bathroom again. Was something in the bathroom triggering the visions? Maybe the water? Come to think of it, it was always during moments of stillness where my guard dropped low enough for the power to push through. Maybe that was it.

Emilia's POV The First World opened behind the Architect like an enormous mirror. Beyond it stood the ruins of a civilization older than any kingdom I had ever known. Silver mountains floated above golden oceans. Seven moons hung motionless in the sky. And at the center of that ancient world... stood a throne. The same throne I had seen in the visions of the First Thought. The Architect extended one hand toward it. "Everything began there." His voice echoed through the endless realm. "And everything can begin again."

As she delved into the ethereal realm, visions began to materialize in her mind—a decrepit castle, its towering spires reaching into the night sky, shrouded in darkness and situated deep within the vampire-infested territory. She was being pulled towards this place by an unseen force, but when she tried to go any further, she suddenly disappeared, and a wave of darkness overwhelmed her. However, the visions continued to come and go for several minutes before fading away. Finally, as the last traces of light faded away, the vision ended just as abruptly as it had appeared.

The heart of the forest had spoken, but what path would we choose? Drawing a deep breath, I met Alec's gaze. The vulnerability in his eyes mirrored my own. "Alec," I began, my voice quivering, "we've been through so much. These... visions, they're overwhelming, but they don't define us." Alec nodded, gently tucking a stray hair behind my ear. "They're just moments, possibilities. We've always been more than the sum of our pasts." A heart-wrenching scene from the vision replayed in my mind—us, torn apart by circumstances, our bond frayed. The pain it depicted felt very real, yet standing here, with Alec's hand in mine, it felt distant.

I look behind me and can see the hesitation in their eyes, but they do as she asks and move a few paces back. As the seers gather around, their voices intertwine in a melodic chant. The priestess places her hands gently on either side of my head. A tingling sensation spreads through me, and I close my eyes, surrendering to the ancient magic that surrounds us. Visions began to flood my mind, glimpses of past, present, and potential futures, revealing a tapestry of interconnected paths. I saw moments of joy and love, of challenges and choices that would shape my journey alongside the three Alphas.

The vibrations sending shivers down my spine. I try to shake it off. The vision, it felt so real. It can't be true. It's just my mind messing with me. It's definitely my mind playing around because I can't believe that. But the truth gnawed in my face. A truth I can't confront. I found Nexus waiting quietly by the entrance. It was morning already. Good lord! “You saw something.” I hesitate, but I nodded weakly. “Some visions are just warnings.” She smiled softly. “Others are promises. What you do with it, how you deal with it, that's what will define what you'll become.” She quipped, her voice firm.