Romans & histoires Demon Slayer Fanfiction Watching The Future

The demon with Cameron’s face played with his purple penis and began showing me vivid scenes of our future—a future I’d only dared to imagine. On one side, I saw Cameron and I married, ruling as Alpha and Luna., Beautiful images of a life I’d dreamed of flashed before me, perfect and full of hope. On the other side, a darker vision awaited: me, covered in blood and sweat, racing towards Cameron in the coven as he took his last breath.

What she couldn’t hide right now was her ability to see things from the future and the past. On the plane, she’d napped and awoke suddenly. Without a word to anyone, she pulled out paper and a pencil. Then she drew a nightmarish scene. A scene of creatures believed long dead and gone, tearing into humans and shifters alike. Fae monsters, if they weren’t the past she saw, then the future looked grim for the world. Damon took the drawing from her, folded it up and tucked it into his pocket while telling Penny that they would talk about it later and she wasn’t about to say anything to anyone else but them.

“Until you can harness your magic, you are exiled from this coven. You are too dangerous—to us. To yourself.” “Where am I supposed to go?” “Anywhere but here,” another replied. I wanted to scream. To unleash everything in me until the sky itself cracked open. But I didn’t. Not here. Not in front of them. I turned. But as I reached the threshold, a final wave of agony hit me—sharp and sudden. It was like something had torn through the fabric of the realms and shoved its truth directly into me. I saw it. A vision of the future. Lucy’s children, standing side by side—one cloaked in gold, the other in shadows. Their eyes glowed with terrible knowing. And behind them, the world burned. Screams. F

My body. But none of my soul. “You’re late,” she said, voice like velvet and venom. I stepped forward slowly. “You’ve been watching me.” “I’ve been watching us,” she corrected. “I wanted to see if you’d break. You didn’t. Not completely. So I came to finish the job.” My fists clenched. “Why?” She tilted her head. “Because you chose weakness. You chose love. You deleted the future. Our future.” I stared into her eyes.

'I'm glad you shared your dreams with me. I take a deep breath as the dragon bends its neck. His lizard-like eyes focus on me, and the lower lid pulls close multiple times as we gaze at each other. Hayden and Blake are bickering behind me, and I climb Lucy's neck with my hands gripping his scales. My head is a mess. It's been forever since I've had psychic dreams about the future, but yesterday I had one about our battle against Daisy and the demons by her side. Lucy fell asleep with my hand in his palm, and somehow, he ended up witnessing the same scene as me.

Their kids were already brutal fucking mini beasts. “Do you know what the vision was about?” Elle asked. Her eyes were trained on Ziyah. Either she had an inkling or honestly did not know. Ziyah went to take a seat, but Dante beat her to it and pulled her onto his lap. She looked at both my mate and me, carefully weighing her words. “I do, but I need your word that you won’t ever mention this to anyone outside of this room. The problem is that the future is malleable. Many times, it changes, but you won’t like the outcome.”

But my demon and I were strong, very strong. The spirit of the deceitful Sidhe princess shuddered as I drove my power at her image, my demon sheathing her in fire. She cried out, this time in pain and fear as our combined effort crushed her before shattering her completely. What remained of her dissolved into flashes of extinguished embers. Shaylee cried for her sister while my demon and I comforted her. I looked down at the crystal in my hand, still pulsing green, and saw the future.

“We’ll all get old, we’ll all die. All this drama in high school – gossip, cliques, shaming; they will all be swept away like rock by the river of time. Why care about what you do or don’t do when no one else will be around long enough to remember? What matters is only the present, only the moment. Your feeling. The fear. The adrenaline. Your heart beating inside your chest. All these things are real. But the future and the past are just illusions, constructs of your mind.” Temujin knew what Sasha meant. Koumori-shishou always lectured him that he needed to let go of the ghosts of his past to own the present. And in the heat of a fight, the tiniest fraction of hesitation was a disadvantage s

From the start, I had the intention of killing him- it was my role as the dragon slayer but in the end, I let him kill me. Arthur will kill the last dragon slayer in the war and the dragons will claim the spot at the top of the creatures. My soul will be infused in Lyanna's. I wouldn't mind. I don't mind it at all... if it meant seeing Arthur again then I'd gladly do so but I won't stay long enough to watch him fall for Lyanna. I shot Jason a look after the ceremony, I said to him, "I saw the future. I will... be happy with him."

My fingers curled into fists. “Then what am I?” His eyes darkened with something almost possessive. “The future.” And with that He left the room with his stupid minions. The door slammed shut behind him. The bolt slid into place. Silence returned. My wolf growled low in my chest. Future queen. War. Correction. Whatever game Damon Shades believed he was playing I was going to break it. And find a way home.