Hunger Games Fanfiction Watching The Future Novels & Stories

The future is full of promise. I deserve a future full of promise after everything I have had to put up with these past few years. *** Manzitti *** Helen surprises me so much. I really thought I was going to be here in a year begging to make her mine… but it feels like tonight could be the night. Maybe my brush with danger cleared her mind and allowed her to see the future without me. Maybe it made her brave and gave her the courage to take what is hers, what is ours. Whatever it was, I am glad that everything happened as it did, bringing us to this point.

Futures memories of Elena and I, flashes of us having our own family, flashes of our little girl who looks just like her, a little boy who looks just her father. I saw a future for us, a future that was supposed to happen, a future I would never have, then I saw something else again. I saw Edward and Elena and they looked so much happy to be together. They looked so much in love. Even though I was dying, in that moment I tried to fight but he would t let me go, the harder I faught with him, the tighter his arms around me went. I am strong but I could never be as strong as Edward as a new born Hybrid. I didn't even have a chance.

Their happiness is contagious. “Ugh, get a room,” Quinn groans, rolling her eyes. Okay, maybe it’s not contagious to everyone. Quinn looks back to me, obviously trying to ignore her brother and friend who are now basically making out right beside us. “So you can see the future,” she muses, bringing a finger to her chin. “What about the shadow pack? Do you think you could see something about them, or the outcome if the battle in Denver?” I shrug, blowing out a breath. “Not sure. So far I haven’t been able to pick and choose what I see. But maybe with practice…”

“I imagine you’ve come to ask about your beloved Scarlett’s whereabouts.” “I have.” For once, his abilities felt useful rather than irksome. I didn’t have time to waste on conversation. “Please, tell me what you can see.” “Nothing.” I almost choked. “You – what? Nothing?” “There are too many possibilities right now. There is no single set future.” “Well – have you seen her? Talked to her?” I scrambled wildly for possibilities. I needed answers. “What are the futures like? Is she going to be okay?”

The older Liana looked frightened. "How many?" "All of them." The older woman's face went pale. "That's impossible." Liana looked toward her. "What?" "It shouldn't be able to see choices you haven't made yet." Liana's heart stopped. "What did you say?" The woman stepped closer. "The Witness showed you futures." "Yes." "But you said it showed you choices." Liana nodded. "Exactly." The older Liana whispered, "Then it isn't just watching possibilities anymore." --- The room became tense.

"What happened?" Her lips trembled. She looked into his eyes. The eyes she trusted more than her own. And whispered the words that terrified her most. "I saw a future." The King's expression darkened. "What future?" Aria's entire body shook. Because the vision still lingered. Still haunted her. Still felt possible. She swallowed. Then finally answered. "A future where I become the enemy." The silence that followed felt endless. Neither of them moved. Neither breathed. Because somewhere beyond the walls...

She sat beside him and pulled him into her lap, gently stroking his hair the way she used to when they were kids. Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes. "Nadia..." he whispered hoarsely. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. I was wrong..." He reached for her face. But before his fingers could touch her, she smiled— And disappeared. Then there was nothing but endless darkness and silence. In his haze, Jace saw his future self again. Still dressed in a sharp suit— But looking completely broken as he charged into a burning building. "Nadia! Nadia, where are you?!"

I found out I could see the future," I said "Really," Steven asked. "Yeah. I could see my father with Turner and Alicia at a young age. I saw Turner kill Gwendoline and lie to my dad and tell him that the White Wolf did it," I said "That is messed up," Steven replied "I know, but that isn't the only thing I saw. I also saw that future; in it, we are fighting with Rogues, Turner, Norman, and my dad. It was like we were in a war with trees on fire and dead bodies everywhere. Anya could see everything as well, and it was like we were in separate bodies," I said

I quip, but we both know if either the men or kids get too hungry, there will be trouble. I catch Caleb watching me from the garden a flicker of that lost look on his face. That look again. He is seeing the future again and doesn’t know how to stop it. Calling them all in. I try not to let it bother me but, as everyone rushes through the house I feel a pair of eyes cut into me like a blade. Luca stares at me. His focused locked on me that I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

“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