Beginning Visions Novels & Stories

“Time doesn’t solve everything. We need answers. We need to know what’s happening to you, to us.” Lisa frowned, his words hitting a chord of fear within her. Because he was right something was happening to her. Scene 3: A New Power Awakens The visions started that afternoon. Lisa was in the packhouse kitchen, trying to help prepare food for the repair teams, when the first wave hit. It was like falling her mind plunging into a dark void, her body freezing in place. She saw flashes of light, shadows moving in an endless stretch of black. And then... a voice.

She couldn’t think of him now—not when her future was uncertain, and the prophecy loomed over her like an unavoidable storm. As Lyra wandered the darkened streets of Nyxterra, the visions became more intense, seeping into her consciousness even when she was awake. At first, they were fleeting, quick flashes of images she couldn’t decipher—places, people, and memories that didn’t feel entirely her own. But as the hours stretched into days, the visions grew stronger, more insistent, as though Nyxterra itself was trying to tell her something. It was as if the very fabric of the world was calling to her, urging her to see the truth hidden beneath the surface.

I had been walking for hours, driven by a sense of urgency, a burning need to reach Ghysem. Suddenly, a vision seized me, a flash of clarity that illuminated the path ahead. I saw myself standing before a tent, its canvas a deep, burnished gold in the moonlight. I saw Agnes, my daughter, lying side by side with Cyrus, their bodies entwined in a tender embrace. The vision faded, leaving me breathless and resolute. With renewed purpose, I quickened my pace, my heart pounding in anticipation.

I muttered. As if triggered by my words, a vision slammed into me. Images flashed through my mind – possible futures, different outcomes, paths diverging and converging. Some were bright with hope, others dark with possibilities I didn't want to consider. I saw supernatural beings united in ways never before possible, but I also saw conflict and chaos on an unprecedented scale. When the vision cleared, I found myself gripping Zane's hand. He must have moved to steady me when the vision hit. Kane was halfway out of his chair, and Victor's devices were going crazy again.

The air grew thick with anticipation as the grove shimmered with a soft golden light. In that moment, visions began to swirl around me, revealing fragments of my past, present, and future. They showed me moments of joy and moments of despair, the heights of success and the depths of vulnerability. I watched as the threads of my life wove together, creating a tapestry of experiences and emotions. But amidst the visions, a mirror materialized before me—a mirror that reflected not only my external appearance but also the essence of who I was. As I gazed into it, I saw my deepest desires, my greatest fears, and the vulnerabilities that lay hidden within.

This time, I would be happier. A week later, I walked into the event hall with Anthony. The moment I stepped inside, however, I saw Cyrus. My feet were instantly frozen to the ground, unable to move. Anthony held my arm and pulled me forward, whispering into my ear, “If you don’t cast away the shadows of your past completely, they’ll just come back to haunt you later.” I turned and met his gaze. His eyes were firm and warm, giving me strength. I took a deep breath and squeezed his arm with a smile. “Do I look good like this? Can you tell I’ve started over with a fresh slate?”

The visions began as fleeting images—half-formed faces, shadowed landscapes, and fragmented whispers that echoed in my mind. At first, I thought I was dreaming. But the searing pain that accompanied each vision made it clear: this was no dream. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands trembling as I tried to steady my breathing. The latest vision lingered in my thoughts—a battlefield drenched in blood, a younger version of Rigel standing at the center, his face hardened and unrecognizable.

"Don't write him off before that moment comes." She felt his resistance to that one like a change in temperature. She didn't argue with it. She had learned a long time ago that the visions were not arguments, that they did not benefit from being defended, that they arrived and then they waited for the person receiving them to catch up in their own time.

Her screams echoed through the air. Evelyn stumbled back. “No…” The First’s voice whispered around her. “Every bearer of power begins with mercy. Every end begins with choice.” Another vision formed, Kael, chained, bloodied, screaming her name while the sky burned behind him. Evelyn fell to her knees. “Stop! Please, stop!” The First’s voice deepened. “If you would save him, end me. End all of this.” The vision broke. She was back in the temple, gasping for breath. Kael caught her before she fell.

Another: Lucien and others, fighting desperately against something I couldn't quite seem The visions tumbled in more rapidly now, overlapping and contradicting each other, showing possible futures rather than certain ones. But in every vision, one reality was consistent: fierce devastation was coming. "My child, you must pull back, right now!" Her hands clamped onto my shoulders, her energy flowing into me as she tried to ground my consciousness. " Your mind can't cope with this!" But I could not pull away. The visions had barbs in my brain, dragging me farther into the horror of what was to be. I saw destruction.