Define Sixth Sense Novels & Stories

Nova Smell. The first of my senses to trickle in. I wish it were anything else because I'm instantly overwhelmed by the scent of body odor, spiced cologne, and what can only be described as the stench of evil incarnate. And then my sixth sense seeps in, whispering notes of warning and urgency. I’m in danger. Those notes turn into a song full of screeching and loud noises, filling my body with heart-wrenching panic. My adrenaline spikes, and I just barely have enough sense to remain as quiet as possible.

The tremor of overworked sinew and exposed bone, the sagging lines of musculature fatigue painted them. But every time I would attempt to stop him, to insist he take a break and heal, that unquenchable fire in his eyes would stop me. A burning, flaming sight that got brighter the more his mortal endurance waned, exposing the embers of something...transcendental waiting inside. Until then the celestial omens showed up subtly. A sixth sense development. Presumably oracular intuitions. The world's ambient tastes and smells are honed into rich, overpowering levels of sensory awareness.

People who had gifts were said to have eyes in the celestial realm, regular people called it the sixth sense. As Jasmine started to research more, writing notes along the way, her doorbell rang in her one-bedroom apartment. She got up hesitantly to answer it, glancing at her phone to check the time. It was later than she thought. Who would be ringing her doorbell at 2 am in the morning? She curiously looked through the peephole and opened the door slowly, sensing the person on the other side.

Passive and continuous and indifferent to whether I could afford the loss. Sixty one became fifty eight. Fifty eight became fifty five. I noted each drop and kept moving. At the sixth layer I felt the Threshold. Before I saw it. Before the map said I should be close enough to feel it. The bloodline recognized something in the quality of the air at the sixth layer and responded. Not with resonance the way the old words had produced resonance. With orientation. With the specific sense of a compass finding north. Something in my blood knowing which direction the boundary was and pulling my attention toward it.

he lost for ever, long ago unaware of the whole truth. And,that is the reason why his heart was uneasy today. Our conscious brain can be fooled but at times our sixth sense (if working) never fails in doing so. It will give hint, only if somebody can understand it, can make use of it or else it will be of no use. In case of Zieve, his heart was acting so weird as well as his sudden upsurge of emotions because his sixth sense had identified the presence of his childhood love, but because he was being fooled by his rest Five senses...he was not being able to read the sign's.

I suggest as Delsanra taps her chin. “I don’t know, I know you are capable of that, but it’s a risk. Remember the enemy sees you too, and although you have had enough run-ins with him, we still have to be careful,” she muses. “I’m not sure she’ll be able to do that anyway,” Raihana says, looking over at Delsanra before glancing at me. “According to what Janaina has shared, your 6th sense may have disappeared completely when you came into power. That is a gift of the Deimos line, not Asheton.”

The Admiral sighed. “We’re not up to anything, if that’s what you’re worried about. And I think you’re talking about Freya. She’s always been a bit... intuitive, if you will. Maybe there’s something else she sees that most others don’t. Maybe she’s just lucky. She’s got a sort of sixth sense, sometimes.” “Sixth sense?” scoffed Toreth. “Mine’s telling me this is all a terrible idea, and it’s going to end badly for me and my soldiers.”

Seis said, "This noon, clairvoyance will be bestowed upon you. You will see celestial phenomena and peer into the dragon veins. You will be able to see the prosperity of the world!" As he spoke, Seis flicked a needle onto Chad's forehead. Chad closed his eyes in response to the sharp pain, but he was still shocked. That was because he had a strange sense that he had mastered another way of observing the world.

Hello again, dear readers! I was wondering, who among you here have what most people would call a “third eye” or a “sixth sense”? Well, if you do have those gifts - some call it talents, skills, etc. - you would be able to see me. And a lot of other things too… There are those who have it but don’t like it. There are those who don’t have it and would love to have it. And there are those who have it and just accept it. They are the ones who are usually approached by beings like us…

Jake butted in with a boyish smile across his face. “Yes, Jake… arousal…” Samuel dismissed his brother. I had a feeling it was something he did often. Rolling his eyes, he continued. “We can sense when we are being watched, or when danger is around, we can even tell when the weather is changing. Our hearing is fine-tuned and incredibly sensitive… for example, right now, I can hear your heart beating and I can sense that you are feeling uneasy.” He simply smiled. They smell arousal… wow… just wow. Does that mean… earlier on… no, just forget that one. I closed my eyes tightly shut in an attempt to push that memory into the back of my mind.