Hunger Games Fanfiction Watching The Future Novels & Stories

"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...

The future they would be exploring together. THE END

But both knew the shadows weren’t done testing them. And deep in the woods, violet eyes watched, waiting for the moment the cracks between fire and stone split wide enough to tear the future apart.

I wish I could say it is, but I'm so unsure of the future that I cannot find happiness in the fact I get to be pregnant for a second time. ~~~ Wait! I rewind the images to go back to the single moment before I revealed the pregnancy, and somehow, without the knowledge of how, I bounce out of this full room and into the memory as I stand behind my past self. I tentatively reach forward, something telling me I should touch Theseus, my fingers brushing his shoulder. A torrent of images flash by as I watch his inner musings. He knew I was pregnant, for he’d seen the future. The two little boys running around my feet with dark hair and blue eyes.

“No arguments there. I don’t know about you, but I’ve had enough cryptic prophecies for one lifetime.” Luca didn’t move. He was still staring at me, his golden eyes unreadable. “Angelina,” he said slowly, “what did you see?” I hesitated. I wasn’t sure I could put it into words. The images were still burned into my mind—the battles, the throne, the choice. “I saw… the future,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “Or maybe the past. I don’t know. But whatever it was, it told me that I’m more than just an omega. And that—”

And when I looked in his eyes, he suddenly looked pale as if he had seen something he was not supposed to. “Is something wrong?” I asked. Blade pulled me in his arms. My brows furrowed when I felt him shaking. “I am a man with many curses, Katniss. I could see the future. Others call this a gift, but it was the opposite for me knowing that despite this ability, I have no way of changing the future. Whatever I saw always happens.” (Blade) THERE was nothing worse than knowing you will get hurt and waiting for the day it finally happens. When Katniss held my hand, I saw her on a white dress. She looked so beautiful as she marched towards the altar, towards the man who was waiting for her.

"Let me ask something else. When you think about your future, about years from now, what do you see?" I close my eyes. Try to picture it. "I see Mira. Growing up. Laughing. Learning. Being loved." "And who's with you? In that future?" I open my eyes. "I don't know. Sometimes I see Damon. Sometimes you. Sometimes Caius. It keeps changing." "That's the problem, isn't it? You can see a future with any of us. Can't narrow it down." "Yes." "Then let me help." He takes my hands. "Close your eyes again. Picture this. It's five years from now. Mira's running around. Playing. Being a kid. You're watching her. Who's beside you? Don't think. Just feel. Who's there?"

the woman replied, looking down seriously at Ellie. "What do you mean? Why is he important?" Ellie asked. "You ask many questions," the woman smiled. "Look into my eyes." Ellie did as the woman asked and looked deep into the depth of her eyes, watching the swirls of color and light fade into the black of her pupils. A few moments passed and Ellie could see. She could see the future, a battle then a war. She could see a coronation, first one with Jake and Hannah followed by a great battle, then a second coronation with her and Jake. Their coronation was followed by celebration.

The streetlights made the rain sparkle, casting the city in fragmented silver streaks. My phone buzzed in my hand, freezing on that grainy shot of Lane and me outside the hotel trapped like animals. Julian’s voice echoed in my mind: Always good to see you together. Lane's jaw tensed when he caught a glimpse of the screen. "He’s watching." I swallowed hard, my throat feeling like sandpaper. "How the hell ?" "He wants you scared." Lane’s hand brushed against my arm, steadying. "Don’t give him that."

And the way he treated the future me was unbearably cold. In their chat history, there was only message after message from me asking about him, caring about him, trying to talk to him. For four whole years, he had barely responded. I still did not understand why I had suddenly traveled ten years into the future, and I understood even less how the confident, radiant girl I used to be had become so pitiful and meek. But now that I was here, I was going to end this dead marriage with my own hands. And as for the fire that ruined me back then, I was going to uncover the truth myself and slap every single person who slandered me with the evidence.