Clairvoyant Novels & Stories

he pushes his hair back against the water streaming down from above him. Doing just as he's told me to do, I see exactly what Rebecca told me when she said he was gorgeous. He's strong, lean, inked, and fucking beautiful. I've never seen him without a shirt on before, so I'm seeing the chest piece he sports, and it is magnificent. I've never really been the type to get into men because they have tattoos, but on Trick, it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Artwork covers his entire chest, sleeves cover his arms, but it's the chest piece I keep coming back to. A skull on top of a lion. It accentuates the strength of his core, the strength of the man standing in front of me. My gaze slides dow

I inquire, trying so hard not to show my invoked joy at her supposedly grave situation. “I am sick, got sick a long time ago and until now, I am unable to recover nor cure myself. A serious blemish and poison to my known role, which is being a clairvoyant. Clairvoyants are supposed to be healthy, safe, and free from any kind of blemishes and dark affinity.” “Oh well, isn’t that quite the opposite?”

“I have a friend who is a witch, and her strength is in clairvoyance. She can see the future, the same way a seer can, right?” Bram loved his books, and he was quick to stand and start searching through the shelves within the office. I had a very large stack of assigned reading from him, and knew there was no way in hell I would ever get through it all, so I begrudgingly accepted the one he handed me, cataloging it in the ‘to never read’ list. “Clairvoyants can only see possibilities. Seers see truth. If a seer gives a prophecy, it will happen.”

Lory saw the genuine interest in Sage’s face and couldn’t help but smile. “They are not a pack but a group of devoted followers of the Moon Goddess. They are called Spiritual Disciples. Among them, there are three special people who have eyes blessed by the Goddess herself,” Lory said. “And these eyes can read every lie and every truth that exists in the world. They can read the past, the present, and the future. And sometimes, on rare occasions, whether by coincidence or on purpose of meeting them, they will reveal your fate.” . . . End of Flashback . . .

"Really?" She hesitates, biting her lip nervously. "I don't know for sure. It's all in a language I don't understand, but...I think I found a spell that has to do with locating. I translated half of it, and I picked up 'remote viewing.'" "Remote viewing?" I repeat, not quite understanding. "It's a form of divination," Lavinia explains. "A way to see things that are happening in a different place or time. If this spell works, you might be able to see where your friend is, or what he's doing."

The seer nodded, “it's alright. But since she's white moon I doubt she sees visions.” I sighed deeply, “So… do you think she's lying? I mean she can't see visions right?” The seer shook her head. “I'm sorry Alpha, but I really don't know. She looked disappointed, scared and angry. Like she can but that's not what baffles me.” “What is it? Tell me,” I urged. “Usually, whenever I touch someone or something that belongs to someone, I know everything about them. It's the art of psychometry given to us by the moon goddess.”

**Seeing Visions** Aria had been graced with extraordinary visions, mystical gifts bestowed upon her by the ethereal Moon Goddess, for several weeks. These visions had danced in and out of her consciousness, often cloaked in enigma and bathed in luminescence. The fleeting images that flashed before her eyes and the whispers that reverberated within her mind felt like elusive shadows, just beyond her grasp. However, in recent days, the frequency of these mystical glimpses had surged, transforming from disjointed fragments into vibrant, vivid tapestries of possibility.

It made my head spin so much I could hardly focus on what I was hearing. They thought my instincts leading me to choose their website out of all the others was a manifestation of magic they believed I had latent in me. Nate used the word “divination,” and even though Arik grimaced in a way that suggested he didn’t think much of that type of magic, he didn’t argue, either. And they told me I wouldn’t have been able to see anything but the motion of Nate’s hand when he knocked Drew out unless I had something they called “magic sight.”

Thorne's posthumously published journal, she found a passage that made her heart race: The serpent smoke phenomenon appears to manifest during periods of intense electromagnetic activity around certain artifacts. My preliminary research suggests that individuals with heightened sensitivity to these fields may experience what can only be described as temporal displacement—brief glimpses into probability streams rather than fixed futures. The danger lies not in the visions themselves, but in wanting to understand more about them so that the receiver can control the outcome. If you are reading this and have seen visions given by the cobra, don’t overthink the visions, live your life with those

None of it registered. My pulse kicked up a notch when I noticed Jocelyn’s name was blue, as opposed to the black type. It was a link—a modern day portal giving me access to the all the answers to my questions. All I needed to do was touch it. Apprehensively, my finger hovered over her name. Before I could activate the link, I recalled something Deloris said.