Beginning Visions Novels & Stories

“That’s how I feel every time I have a vision. I guess I was in denial because I ignored it at first.” Her eyes gleam with tears, and her mouth trembles. “I’m just a normal girl. Stuff like that only happens in movies or books. It wasn’t until a few months ago that I first started seeing visions of Leslie Johnson. I didn’t think they were real.” She ends with a croak. Silent sobs wrack her body as she recalls the visions. Unable to bear her pain, I wrap my arm around her and pull her into my chest. She places her hand on my chest and looks towards Mathias and Cassia.

Then she saw herself, standing on a cliff beside Icran, her hands outstretched as fire burst from her palms and enveloped the city, setting it ablaze. Finally, the vision faded and the darkness retreated. Rhae fell to her knees, matching the position Aynyra had been in for the last two visions. They were both shaking, feeling the weight of their abilities fall on their shoulders. Aynyra had tears running down her cheeks, her hands quivering as she tried to hold her face.

For now, that was enough. I stay with him for a while before deciding to pay a visit to Turtela and Aurora, it's been so messy lately that we've not been able to check up on one another. ISAIAH Visions never came easy. They never crept in softly or quietly, never described their warnings in language that made them pleasant to hear. No, they struck like lightning, violent and unyielding, leaving behind only fire and ruin. And this one. this one had been the worst yet.

"W h e n... I... f i r s t... h a d... a... V i s i o n.... e v e r y t h i n g... w e n t... b l a n k? I... t h o u g h t... i t... l a s t e d... f o r... f e w... m i n u t e s... b u t... i n... r e a l i t y.... n o... t i m e... p a s s e d. L i k e... l a s t... n i g h t... M y... v i s i o n...w a s... v e r y...s. t r a n g e.

She started to have a series of visions which began with flickers of memories, shadows holding to the edges of her thoughts. At first, she thought it was as a result of being overworked during the day, but then she began to see that it was way beyond being overworked. She saw wolves she had never met, running through burning forests, their eyes glowing with desperation and fear. She also had a vision of a child being born with the glow of the moon illuminating it. ----- Tiara was walking by the riverside, making her way to the river to get a cold bath, very early one morning when she saw the butcher’s wife weeping alone by the riverside.

The AI comm system buzzed faintly in my helmet. But then it died. No noise. No signal. Just… Stillness. And then— A pulse. Through the ground. Through my boots. Up my spine. And a voice—not with words, but memory. “Do you remember us?” A vision. Not a hallucination. Not a dream. A d******d. Flooding my mind. I collapsed to my knees on the dust-coated ground. The Vision A city under the moon’s crust. Built before memory. Before species. Before language.

Martino had spent a whole afternoon telling me about my mom and sharing memories of my childhood. That was months ago, and it was the first time that I'd started doubting the things I'd come to believe about myself. Once the fog started lifting, I no longer felt as hopeless as before. I shifted to just biding my time, thinking of ways to get out as soon as possible.

Hope is a mighty weapon, we helped nurture and renewed it in these humans. After spending a few days in this wicked city. We did what we could. We gave the people the proper tools. We showed them the prayers, sang them the hymns of the veil. Taught them to tend the gardens for the plants to thrive. It was time to go, as we exited the city a strong pull called to me. I wasn't the only one to feel it. All my guardians felt it stopping us in our tracks. Trying to distinguish where the pull was coming from. There were two pulls. Two new guardians were here in this city?

Hannah's POV The vision began with a heartbeat. Not mine. Someone else's. Slow. Ancient. Powerful. It echoed through my head once. Twice. Then the world disappeared. --- At first there was only darkness. The kind that existed before the first sunrise. Before kingdoms. Before wolves. Before vampires. Before history remembered itself. Then Light. A valley stretched before me, untouched by civilization. Mountains pierced the clouds in the distance while an enormous silver lake reflected the moon overhead.

My eyes still feel cool with the white light clinging to my irises—as if the moon were occupying both eye sockets at once. Outside my body, the sound of breathing still echoes. Inside, my vision tears apart each page of time, one by one. The first vision rushes in without pause. A small, brightly lit house, the scent of incense, and hands clasped together. My mother—Aurora—stands in the center of the room, her skin reflecting a soft glow like an unyielding lamp. Beside her, a man in a robe, neat and cold, yet his eyes hold something unspoken: love and fear that knows the risk. They gaze at the newborn baby.