Clairvoyant Novels & Stories

“Faith is the only thing I have left, Sophia.” Adair clears his throat, saying, “What images in the mirror?” Alec answers him. “When Isabella received both marks, the Yin and yang of Pisces formed in her neck. That gave her the power of clairvoyance. Apart from having premonitory dreams, we could see the future through a mirror.” Adair frowns and says. “I don’t understand.”

he declars, his eyes burning with determination. Gin, the enigmatic magician of our group, has an array of abilities at his disposal. He could manipulate magic to conjure powerful spells, exhibit incredible telepathic prowess, and blink into places with the swiftness of thought. "I can use my magic to provide us with an advantage," Gin offers, his voice steady. "My telepathy will keep us informed, and my ability to blink will allow us to move quickly and quietly."

"You say that, but it depends on who Chad chooses." "Yes, we're pretty, right, Chad?" "Ah!" Chad let out a long sigh, finally regaining his clarity. He placed a needle on his forehead. The needle went through the forehead, leaving only the tail visible. That method would forcibly open the Clairvoyant Eye, frequently used to clear the senses when confronted with a perplexing formation. With his Clairvoyant Eye opened, Chad immediately gained confidence and saw through all the illusions before him. He softly said, "Peony, come out."

The Divination Spell was starting to slip out of her control. She could almost see the item, whatever it was the divination was trying to show her. She could feel it was something important. Like a wisp of knowledge, a forgotten name hanging on the tip of her tongue. It was very near and yet at the same time elusive. A bright obvious light that floated just in front of her; her fingertips could almost reach it. But then, all at once, she found there was a transparent barrier keeping it away from her.

Principal Rapport explained over his shoulder as we walked toward a very tall building just beside the archway that led to the castle. “Professor Howl?” I asked. “One of the most brilliant professors at this school,” Xaden explained. “Certain magics can only be practiced by humans. Things like scrying, divination, clairvoyance. Professor Howl is an expert in Clairvoyance, which is being able to see the past and future. He should help us figure out what abilities you have.” My stomach clenched. “He’s even better at it than me, and that’s quite the feet. With a crystal ball, he can project images into other minds. That alone is phenomenal.” The principal spoke with such pride in his teachers,

"I've been trying to figure out what to do. I don't even know who they are." Marcus nodded sympathetically and stood up to get us both drinks. He returned with two glasses of whiskey and sat back down. "I know a powerful seer who can help you," he said, taking a sip of his drink. "I've used her services before, and she's always been accurate." I raised an eyebrow. "What kind of seer?" "She's a clairvoyant," Marcus replied. "She can see into the future and tell you what's coming." I considered his offer for a moment. I had already seen one seer, but her words had only served to deepen my anxiety. Maybe this one would be different.

I asked. He nodded. “We specialize in prophecy,” he explained. “Me for example can look into someone’s eyes and I can see glimpses of the past. Others can see glimpses of the future. Some can have full visions and prophecies.” “You can see glimpses of the past?” I breathed. “That’s a cool power.” He nodded. “It has its benefits. I always know when someone is lying,” he told me. “I can just look into their eyes and find out the truth.”

Hayley had hit the jackpot. Ten draws, and three rare abilities. Another extremely hard-to-obtain mental-type gift had appeared. The prediction ability alone made her grin like she had just robbed the system blind. [Prediction-type Gift: detects major danger or opportunity within a 500-yard radius 3 seconds before it happens.] She had seen this ability before. Back then, Scott had used something like it once and nearly ruined her entire setup. And now, she had the same kind of skill.

Too accustomed to cloaking myself in sorrow. When I returned inside, I climbed the narrow staircase to the attic room above the library, one that no one else visited, where the scent of aged paper and ink and something sweet lingered perpetually in the air. Where I stored the raven’s scrolls, inside a locked box that only my wards would allow me to open. I unlocked the newest one. My mother’s handwriting flowed across the page in elegant script, encrypted but still distinctly hers. Predictions. Places. Ancient symbols that most vampires hadn’t even known when they were young. Details I hadn’t shared with Nora.

The man froze. His face was hidden in shadow, so I could not make out his expression. However, I could see that his bright eyes were staring straight at me, as if trying to study my face. Theodore Jensen knew his reputation preceded him. Violent, ruthless, unpredictable, a man who slaughtered without batting an eye... Naturally, all of it was true. As for the last person who had seen him handle something personally, he had already been sent to the Southern Isles. Whether he was still alive was another question, but he was definitely missing a few organs.