Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Watching The Future นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he said. "And you, my lord." "I made note of you this morning as well. The false gods burned with a merry light, did they not?" "They burned brightly." Davos did not trust this man, for all his courtesy. House Florent had declared for Renly. "The Lady Melisandre tells us that sometimes R'hllor permits his faithful servants to glimpse the future in flames. It seemed to me as I watched the fire this morning that I was looking at a dozen beautiful dancers, maidens garbed in yellow silk spinning and swirling before a great king. I think it was a true vision, ser. A glimpse of the glory that awaits His Grace after we take King's Landing and the throne that is his by rights."

“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

She said she'll deal with Bruce, my mate. Suddenly I was now seeing his future memories. I still see blood. I sucked in a shaky breathe because the blood I see was mine. I see myself bleeding from my stomach. I see his shaky hands reaching out to me and gently stroking my cheek before my eyes closed. I see his hand moved at the back of my head and I was pulled into him. I notice his vision was shaking. I hear whimpering. I hear him gasping. That was all I saw from his future before I slowly lost my consciousness.

Tay whispers in my ear, sending chills up and down my spine. “As much as I would love to help you, sister-in-law, but I don’t have a death wish,” Nate says while stealing Future’s sandwich without her even noticing. My lips form a smile. Future is playing with her drink’s straw—she looks like she is battling with her thoughts and I make a mental note to ask about what bothers her later on. “Death wish?” I ask.

Bastards. I change my clothes and splash cold water on my face. I move through the suite on autopilot like my body knows what to do and where to go even though I’m still stuck in my head, still fanning through the damning visions Marianna begged me to give in to, and I did. Visions of a… crimson future. A bloody, violent future. A future I have to let play out if the visions can be trusted.

Foreseeing the future? ”It seems like it. I mean look at the way the person writes, it’s mostly futuristic stuff and not so much present tense.” We skimmed the pages and it was scary how this person wrote. As is if they could see future events playing out and it seemed as though the person was looking forward to them as well. Relishing in the fact that vampires would one day be extinct. ”They sure didn't like vampires,” I said and shook my head. ”Can you blame them?” Lydia said and my head flew back as if she had pushed me.

The Rift was growing impatient. And I realized… it wasn’t going to wait forever. It wanted one of us. It would take someone, with or without permission. Our son looked at us both. “I’ve seen a future where you both die,” he said quietly. “And I grow up twisted. I destroy everything.” He swallowed. “I’ve seen another future too. Where I stop this. Where I carry it into the Rift, and it closes behind me. No one else dies. The world heals.” “No,” Freya whispered. “Not you.”

“What happened, beauty queen?” It takes a moment before she pulls away from my chest and mutters forlornly. “There were dead bodies everywhere. The world was burned to ash, and everything in it was dead…” She stops talking and breaks out into heart-wrenching cries. Azazel, Creighton, and I give each other helpless looks as we stand there, unaware of what to do next. After a moment, Amara pulls away from me and stands up. She wipes at her tear-stained face, points at the book, and sniffles out. “I think the book showed me the future.”

“You’ve been watching me like I’m a prophecy waiting to explode. Everyone has since the strengthening of the wards. I want to know why.” Silence stretched. The sigils dimmed slightly, responding to my agitation. Telitha studied me for a long moment, eyes clouding as if she were seeing two versions of me at once. “There are futures,” she said carefully, “that bend under the weight of knowledge. If seen too soon, they collapse.” “Or they can be changed,” I countered. Her lips pressed thin. “Or they can be triggered.” That word echoed unpleasantly in my mind. Before I could push further, the door opened.

Lyra heard Aiden whisper: Mother, don't trust the woman wearing my face. Lyra turned. The older Lyra was standing behind her. But she was no longer alone. Beside her stood a man. Kael's face. Black eyes. A cruel smile. And a crown of blood. The older Lyra whispered: Welcome to the future you were never supposed to see. End of Chapter 116