Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Watching The Future Novels & Stories

Morwen read it in silence, her expression shifting through several registers. "The watcher showed Elara a future without you," Morwen said. Clara nodded. "It is a possibility. One branch among many." Morwen's hand tightened on the paper. "The watcher does not show possibilities lightly." Clara took her hand. "The watcher shows what it witnesses. It witnessed a future. That does not mean the future will come." Morwen was quiet for a long moment. The gold flowers pulsed, and the watcher's attention was soft and present.

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.”

A future filled with love, strength, and hope. Suddenly, the room was filled with light, not harsh, but soft and beautiful. The vision before me was both dazzling and clear—Lucian and me, standing side by side, watching as children ran toward us. Our children, their laughter echoing in the wind, their faces bright with life and joy. I could see their eyes, filled with the same spirit that we both carried. Our love had created something eternal, a future that would carry our legacy forward. This is your gift, Gwen. A glimpse of the future you and Lucian will build together. A future of hope, family, and love. You are not alone in this journey, for it is a shared path.

The old women didn’t react. “I’m curious what he’s going to do,” Cephia spoke loud so I could hear her. “What do you see?” Merah asked. “I plan to keep this one for myself.” “That’s not fair! You see can see through our eyes,” Deliah complained. “The gift of seeing the future has been bestowed upon me. Do not fret, sisters, I can only see so much, especially when it comes to yours. We are all connected. Without the past and the present, the future will cease to exist.”

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.

"I just want the world to breathe." The battle in the Mind-Link was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It wasn't a fight of blades; it was a fight of will. The Vine showed me visions of a future where the North was a graveyard of obsidian and kelp. It showed me Félix’s death, the twins' corruption, and the final, lonely silence of the White Wolf. "It’s not real!" I screamed, my kinetic fire burning through the thorns. "The future is a path, not a cage!"

I nod my head at him and take a deep breath. “I finally decide to use my powers to see the future. I haven’t looked in years for fear of what I would see. Well, what I saw scared me. I saw two different futures. One is with a man, I don’t know who as he was blurred, but I was happy and could tell I was in love with whoever it is. The second vision was of me and Accalia tied up in a basement somewhere.” This has growls rippling through the room, but I hold my hand up so I can finish.

she whispered. The sky split open like torn fabric. Images formed, flashes of fire, wolves running, witches chanting, shadow creatures rising. I saw myself older, tired, my hair streaked with silver. I saw Lyra standing tall, power burning in her veins. Then the vision twisted. The valley in ruins. The Thorne broken. Bodies. Darkness swallowing everything. “No,” I whispered. “No, this is not your future.” “It’s one of them,” Lyra murmured. “If I lose balance.”

“With you, it feels different. Natural. Like it was always meant to be.” Something flickered in his eyes then, the barest crack in his control, a glimpse of something raw and unguarded. He searched her face, as if testing her words for lies, but Mae held his gaze, refusing to back down. “The future they showed me,” she continued, her chest tightening. "It felt incomplete. As if something was being kept from me. As if pieces were missing. I cannot believe it ends with only Ashar and Riven. I can feel it in my bones. There is more. There has to be."

My boyfriend, Luca Moretti, heir to New York’s most feared mafia family, had my name removed from the college recommendation written for me. He replaced it with Bianca’s. When I called him, he didn’t even deny it. “You have perfect grades. You can get into Columbia without that letter. Bianca can’t. She has nothing else to fall back on.” He didn’t think he’d done anything wrong. My grip tightened around the phone. “And if I don’t get into Columbia?” “Then you’ll go somewhere else in the city. I’ll still be here. We’ll still be together.” He said it like that settled everything. Luca had to stay in New York to inherit his father’s empire. I had promised to stay because I loved him. Somehow, t