Hunger Games 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.”

Constance/Eve's POV: Flashback: April 1691 A few days has passed since I first saw the end of Alpha Cimone's life. It's disturbed Divine and I. I can't seem to shake this feeling of dread. I feel terrible when I think about Cimone dying, but that sense of dread is frighteningly overwhelming when I wish her to live. It's as if my body knows her death is suppose to happen, and any interference will have ever lasting effects. Even still, I could not do nohing at all. I needed to go speak with my friend. I know Nafael is dealing with her own issues concerning another witch's coven, but I need to rely on someone else's gifts instead of my own. As I walked into her coven's land, I could practicall

But his third eye will give light under a fire on him. Is Zerryl the future prepossessing woman of Eric? Please be ready for the incoming chapters.

“Don’t make me watch this.” Frozen, unable to close my eyes or block out her harrowing whimpers, I watched as my mate—the girl I tried so hard to loathe—left this world. The cold, cruel voice of the flames slithered through my head once more. “It doesn’t have to be this way, Orion. So much wasted blood. So much wasted power. Let me show you your future if you were to join me…” The vision changed. Gone was the blood flooding the streets. Gone was the soot staining the cobblestone.

“This was just the beginning. They’re escalating.” James clenched his fists. “We fight harder. We train more. We take the battle to them.” Clara stared at the empty pendant. For the first time since arriving in the future… she felt truly afraid. —END CHAPTER SEVEN—

But you need to understand why I made the choices I did. *My gift – seeing the future – isn't like Solana's or Hope's will be. They see possibilities, probabilities, multiple futures branching out from each decision. I saw only one future. Fixed. Unchangeable.* *I saw the shooting three years before it happened. I knew the exact date, time, and location. I knew the men's names, their weapons, their orders. And I knew that if I didn't jump in front of those bullets, they would kill you and both children.*

I looked at this girl—the same one who used to tremble in the corner of the kitchen—now holding her head high, showing her true colors to the only person who'd ever helped her. I let out a small laugh. "Hope you can stay their little princess forever." "Oh, and—take a look around. See where you are. Talk to me like that again, and I can make things ugly for you too." I spotted Zane walking into the ballroom, heading my way. I turned and went to meet him. On stage, the host finished his speech. Over at the food area, Nico was feeding Daisy something. Arlo was gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Rhett was holding up a glass of juice, asking if she was thirsty.

Damian watches him go. He keeps his eyes on him for a moment, making sure he’s just dancing to the music and not getting into trouble. Once he’s sure, he turns back to me. “What?” he asks when he notices me staring. “Nothing,” I say. “I’m just… picturing things. Like flashes of the future.” “The far future, right?” “Oh, yeah. At least ten years away.” His shoulders loosen at that. The tension fades a little. We go back to eating like nothing happened. We talk about small things. The weather. The music playing in the background.

“Ms. Morgan, I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me and discuss our future.” He said breaking me out of my trance. How could someone's eyes hold so much power over the actions of another. Had he not spoken I don’t think I would have been able to do anything other than stare at him. Then I realize what he said, no, no, no, there can’t be a future! I am going back home to Fin, and he is going to be my chosen mate, we have already talked about this. I need to end this now! “Uh, what future would that be exactly?”

"It is time. I need to tell you the bad dream I have been wanting to tell you." I focused on her, pushing my own fear aside. "Okay, baby. I am listening." Milo took a breath. Her small hands were clasped in her lap. "I had a glimpse of the future. The territory will be under attack. And you... you might not survive. And I will be taken away."