Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Watching The Future Novels & Stories

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.”

Her death opened my eyes , it showed me what is to come in the future – I know I am not ready for it but time waits for no one. King Alexander comes to the kingdom in two days time – if only I could see the future I would be able to ready myself for what is to come , unfortunately I am not blessed with seeing the future. No one really knows what may happen , the two kingdoms could have war that very day – or maybe Alexander would have changed his mind ,which I highly doubt. The only thing that I can count on the is the choice I make – the choice I make will pave the way for the future. To know that I am in control of this kingdoms fate is quite scary – it is a lot to put on my shoulders but

“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.

Then: “I want you to survive long enough to see the real ending. You’re still playing checkers. Chloe is only the first knife. There are others.” I waited. Nothing else came. I typed another question. Then another. The messages stayed unread. After five minutes the number showed as unavailable. When I tried to call it, the line didn’t connect. I set the phone down and looked at the notebook. Someone else had lived the original future. Someone who knew about the notebook. About the hearing. About the exact way my father had dismissed me. Someone who was watching the changes I made and measuring them against the version of events they remembered.

In the afternoon, I mysteriously receive a text message from myself seven years in the future. Thinking it's some kind of new scam, I don't even bother reading it before replying, "Get lost, scammer!" However, the sender sends a photo of an empty bottle of sleeping pills and replies, "I'm not a scammer, but I really am dying. Break up with Crystal. Today will be the first day she cheats on you. "Her first true love just returned from abroad today. His name is Reuben Knight." I'm stunned. I'm about to make fun of the scammer for lying so blatantly to me because I clearly know that I am Crystal Harper's first love. At that moment, the door behind me opens. Crystal then strides in with a m

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

The future was always fluid, could always be changed, and The Fates only revealed parts of it, which meant prophets could easily misunderstand the vision. This one was pretty clear though. The Fates decided to send me a clear message this time. I flashed to Quinn in a car, quickly realising that I was looking at the present. It was dark out and the headlights slashed a bright beam across the lonely road. There was no sound, but the two girls were laughing. Wind whipped through the open window, blowing my mate’s hair away from her face. I felt an odd pang of longing for her before I shot into the future.

I’ve watched Back to the Future enough times to understand that knowing your future isn’t always the best. “Ally and I saw a lot of things when you accepted the invitation.” Adley admitted, tapping the tip of her acrylic against the wooden post on her bed. Her eyes were thoughtful, a look she had often. The times it crossed her face, it looked as though she weren’t here. Not entirely, anyway. “He was the one thing that remained the same. Always there, always watching as you fought your way through Iridian. Even in the bad futures…the ones where you didn’t make it, you weren’t alone. Even at the end, he was there during your final breaths.”

The certainty in his father’s voice was darker than any doubt. Below them, the first bells of ritual sleep began to toll—deep, resonant chimes that rolled through the mountains like a funeral dirge. Vaelrion watched the kingdom he loved fall silent for centuries. Somewhere in a future beyond his imagining, a female not yet born would breathe life back into a dying race. Somewhere beyond time, she already waited. And when she came— He would awaken.

Arielle's eyes filled with tears. You're welcome. The garden became peaceful again. But the moment did not last. Adrian suddenly turned pale. Arielle immediately noticed. What is it? He looked toward the horizon. I can see the future again. Kael stepped beside him. What do you see? Adrian stared at the newborn child. A future. Arielle's heart tightened. Good or bad? Adrian didn't answer. Adrian? He finally looked at her. I don't know. Why?