Code Geass Fanfiction Watching The Future Novels & Stories

Something that is telling them to listen to my words. “Yes. I saw the future,” I answered. I heard Cassius sighed, while Zion frowned his forehead even more. He stood straight, breathed sharply. Zion stared at the side, blinking, then back to my face. “How did it happen? Seeing the future?” There were nights when I imagined how will Zion react once I told him that I died. I admitted that I wanted to see it, especially when he finds out that he abandoned me alone. But the future Zion and the present Zion are not the same person.

The girl looks back and she saw her duplicate Ariana Ferrer. Anika tightly closes her eyes and prays that what's she saw was a dream. A dream she wanted to forget. From afar, Ergo set a wide smirk on his face. "Welcome to the future, Anika!" He murmured after disappearing in thin air. ~~~~~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Personally, I can’t wait to see what the future brings. The End.

A person had a different future ahead of them. It was only a matter of the choices that they made on which of the futures they had to end up with. Sora could see the potential futures of different people. However, it did not apply to everyone. There were beings that he was unable to see the future of. Other than the Great Sovereign, there was only one person in the world that could see the future of everybody–even the beings that Sora was restricted to. He was known as Malachi.

I found out I could see the future," I said "Really," Steven asked. "Yeah. I could see my father with Turner and Alicia at a young age. I saw Turner kill Gwendoline and lie to my dad and tell him that the White Wolf did it," I said "That is messed up," Steven replied "I know, but that isn't the only thing I saw. I also saw that future; in it, we are fighting with Rogues, Turner, Norman, and my dad. It was like we were in a war with trees on fire and dead bodies everywhere. Anya could see everything as well, and it was like we were in separate bodies," I said

I breathed out, shock rippling through my body as goosebumps arose. A certain kind of terror slithered down my spine, I didn’t want anyone to see my past and I was terrified to know my future. His eyes danced from one to the other, staring deeply into my soul. “Yes.” He answered smoothly. “I can see your past and your future, Bellatrix.”

Outside the storm, Kade forced himself upright again despite the Architect advancing toward him. “Lena,” he said hoarsely “whatever is happening… fight it.” I looked at him. Really looked at him and suddenly, another impossible memory surfaced. Not from the past but from the future. Kade standing beside me beneath a sky without fractures. Alive with a free smile Hope hit me so hard it hurt. The little girl saw the change instantly. “What did you see?” I looked back at her slowly. “A future beyond the cycle.” Her face drained of color. “That is impossible.”

Ending Scene XENIA’S POV Later that night, I stood alone in my room, hands pressed to my stomach. Something fluttered. Soft. Strange. It was too early, wasn’t it? I pressed harder, breath hitching. The faintest spark of life answered beneath my skin. I wasn’t just carrying power. I was carrying a future.

“I saw the first time YOU shifted and a memory that takes place in the future.” “Interesting,” Alva says quietly. “We unknowingly exchanged memories. But I did not see into your future or my own. What did you see?” I hesitate, not sure if I am supposed to shares someone future with them or not. “I am not sure if should say.” “I see,” Alva murmurs to herself mostly. “You saw MY future.” I give her a small nod. “My life is ending.” Swallowing the lump that has risen in my throat, I do not dare to look up from my bowl. “Child, I have seen the vision you speak of. I have been waiting on you for a very long time.”

Her chest tightened as she flipped through pages of schedules, probability charts, and handwritten notes: “Subject A — Ava Layton. Memory recall anomalies detected. Temporal awareness increasing. Response patterns unpredictable. Prepare intervention protocol.” Her fingers trembled. This wasn’t a warning. This was a lab report. Her mom had been watching her entire life, waiting for her to reach this point. And now, the fire, the letters, the sirens — it wasn’t supernatural. It was controlled chaos. Controlled. By her. ⸻ A sound made her spin. Footsteps? No — a shadow moving along the wall, elongated and warped. “Ava,” a voice said. Soft. Familiar.