Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Watching The Future Novels & Stories

“Do you know how crazy this sounds? Someone’s messing with you. That has to be it.” “I thought that too. But then the warnings kept coming true. If I hadn’t listened, you’d be—” She choked on the word. Dead. Eli stared at her, the disbelief plain. “Ava… maybe you just got lucky. Or maybe you saw smoke before the fire and freaked out. I don’t know. But letters from the future?” He shook his head. “That’s not real life.” Her stomach dropped. She’d known this would happen. The letter had warned her.

He now felt fragile, like glass. Now it was Liora’s turn. Her legs felt weak. She was scared of what she’d see. She knelt and looked. The water showed her a future. She saw herself on a throne of black glass, power like a storm around her. And at her feet, dead and broken, were Ash and Kael. Her biggest fear was real. She had loved them, and her love had killed them. She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. It felt so real, like it was her future.

Who wouldn't want their mate back? "Then you will, your resolve will be tested a great many times, but if you persevere, things will happen", the moon goddess said in her usual cryptic manner. "What's it like knowing the future?" "I don't know the future, I only have a little foresight", she winked. Myla smiled. The quirks of having a goddess as a mother. "At least now you'll heed and eat", Celia said, looking at Myla with the same piteous look Zack had given her before.

Hope. Something deeper. Something terrifying. Because this— This wasn’t just destiny. This was a future already written. Chaos watched us quietly. For once— Not laughing. Not teasing. Just… Observing. “My Queen,” he said softly. “The void does not guess.” A pause. “It remembers.” I looked back at the parchment. At the names. At the life we hadn’t even begun to live— Already waiting for us. And for the first time— The war felt smaller. Because whatever came next—

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!"