Clairvoyant Novels & Stories

So far, so good. I sat down and closed my eyes. I was going to call a specific Menae, on purpose, for the first time. The image of a midnight black wolf, with a starburst shaped white patch of fur on the forehead above silver eyes formed in my mind. I needed the daughter that had the gift of reading people, claircognizance, Bo called it. “Delphinios,” I breathed out her name as I pictured the image in my mind walking towards me. ‘Yes, My Lady,’ a soft, calming voice answered, ‘you have questions?’

I can only think of how Noah pulls his stance more impressively, putting a hand in his coat pocket, closing his eyes for a fragment of time, then releasing his breath and finally speaking. That's what he always does when he is going to ask something important. "Do you think she is aware of what we do and say?"The emotion behind this question can be heard. The thickness in his voice pulls on my heart strings in ways that just want me to hug him tight and never let go. "Well that is what we are going to try and determine through doing the MRI scan. We want to see which parts of her brain is working again.", the doctor conclude. Short after I feel my bed moving.

She said. The man nodded, and he said. "Okay. That's fine. Now, what about having clairvoyance? That's rare but possible, or maybe you see a flash of a vision of something, whether what had happened in the past, or what will happen in the future. It could also be something you don't understand.” Alex's eyes snapped wide open, huge in her face with surprise. What the hell, that was a gift? She quickly nodded her head. "Yes, I have. A number of times when Gabe and I went to the old cabin.” She said and explained what she saw.

I have no idea what I am looking for when I stop. Oddly out of the corner of my eye, I see a picture of two red-haired people looking at me from behind my parents in the picture. It is as if they are nested behind them. I look back quickly, and there is no one there. It is only my parents in the picture. I wonder what that means. Maybe I will meet them soon. Are they important to me somehow? I have no idea how my visions work.

even though she said her Dad was also an artist. "So Aunty, is this the first time you've seen this?" "Yes, when she handed it to me, it was already wrapped." "Oh, ok. So I am a Clairvoyant then,"Hazel sounded unsure. "Yes and also a Heliokinetic and you have Astral Projection abilities, I think you can also dream walk." "Ok Aunty, I know about Clairvoyance and astral projection, but could you please explain the rest," Hazel let out a huge breath.

“You need to eat, too.” I stand up a little straighter. Scrying is a very rare power. In fact, only mystics tend to have that ability, and it’s rare in their ranks. Sarah’s the only person I know who can do it–reading the heavens, finding those vibrations between the realm of living and the dead–and translating it to pinpoint whatever she’s looking for, whether it be her car keys–or a person. “Do you want to do it?” I ask Aviva, noticing her hesitation.

If it is as powerful as he says I must admit, I’m a little afraid of what I might do unintentionally. “I think you might be a descendant of Aadhya,” he continues, “Which means you will be able to harness it’s power and control it. I also think you might have one or more of her gifts. Aadhya was a psychometric telepath, and you are showing signs of both. A psychometric witch can read objects, see their past, the lives of their owners. Telepathy in a witch is more than just mind reading, but also influencing people’s thoughts and actions.” I’m struck silent by his explanation. Justice comes forward to listen to everything he has to say. Is that what happened when I found Uriel’s envelope?

the white cloud with those horrible eyes, drifting before me just prior to unleashing ruin upon every one of us. "A Soothsayer can be stirred to turn into a Spier," Felix says, his voice touched with energy, "one of the six Gifts!" "What is a Spier?" I ask, looking at the manner in which Liam's face turns hard at Felix's words. I develop much more intrigued, noticing his distress.

I shouted at him in disbelief, remembering the vacant stare in that old lady’s eyes during our encounter. “No. Not that type of sight,” He hurriedly explained, “She was gifted with the True Sight, meaning that she is able to see beyond the appearances. Straight through your soul.” “Like a clairvoyant or something?” I asked, raising one eyebrow. “Yes, something like that,” He nodded, still not sparing me a single glance.

Mayor Velazquez replied, her expression growing more predatory with each step. “Clairvoyant?” “A human who could see through time and space, read the past and future,” the mayor explained, making a playful gesture with her hand. “One who could peer into realms beyond this world—including where you came from.” Arah pondered this. It sounded similar to the sylphs’ oracle and the salamanders’ seers.