Beginning Visions Novels & Stories

The ritual has already begun. I strained, pulling against the ropes. “You don’t have to do this,” I whispered, hoarse. She glances at me—briefly. Coldly. Then resumes. Her voice grew louder. The runes pulsed. And I begin to see. --- Visions. Wolves shackled in silver chains. Packs split down the middle—some worshipping a glowing child, others howling in defiance. Witches tied to pyres, their screams swallowed by storms. A council chamber drowning in flame.

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

I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body, like I'd been plugged into a live wire. Suddenly, visions began to flash through my mind. 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 understanding a deep truth, but it kept slipping just out of reach.

I took a deep breath and started telling him, "Remember when I was talking to you that night that I zoned out? I didn't really zone out. I…it like I was transported to another dimension. I saw you, me, our kind and your kind. We were forming some type of alliance before a war or something. I didn't understand what it meant. Whether I was dreaming or thinking, but it felt so real. I saw myself, Adrian. I saw myself." Adrian slowed his pace and nodded his head slowly, "You've started having visions…" "Visions?" Is that what that was?" "Yes, Lily. You're seeing the future, or a possible future. Visions just show you possible futures that may happen if our decisions and actions align to that. If

But are dreams always dreams? Visions are said to be sights into the unknown – whether that be the hidden past or the unpredictable present and future; but visions can also be linked to the one who saw them. For in visions we have two types: the visions that are given unto us and the visions that are born from us. How does one differentiate visions from dreams? And how can one tell whether something is a dream or a vision when what is seen has never been thought of before, nor pondered over even in passing? The answer to all these questions is time. Time tells all these things. And time definitely reveals the authenticity of visions. Kylie was facing a strange situation. A dream? A vision? W

He knew her visions held immense potential and could provide valuable insights for their future endeavours. As she began to describe her latest visions, her voice grew animated, and her gestures became more expressive. Rahul could see the passion and excitement in her eyes, igniting a similar enthusiasm within him. He couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for her ability to see beyond the present and envision a brighter future. As she painted a vivid picture of their company's success and the positive impact they could make in their industry, Rahul knew that with her foresight and strategic thinking, she could genuinely achieve greatness.

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.

The night I met Remy Calloway, I had a vision similar to one I foresaw the day I turned six watching my Father set my Mother on fire then turn around to do the same to himself. In the first vision, I was in a cathedral pulsing with flesh. Alive and red and moaning. Rib cages grew from the ground like sacred plants, hearts on each rib throbbing loudly like birds calling me. The smell was rotten and pungent, but somehow, I knew what this was. I was being chosen, told that I was sinful but to reach enlightenment, I would have to make myself the altar.

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.