I Can See Your Death Novels & Stories

I don't want to die! "It's okay... I'll let you see." It's the voice... before I... passed out... and... the door... she's the... voice. "I'll let you see... I'll let you see... I'll let you see." Shut up! I don't want to die! "I'll let you see... I'll let you see... because... it's my fault." Her... fault? I'm losing... consciou-... "It's okay... this is... you'll see... because... it's my fault..."

I'm shaking and feel weak on what I just saw, "Hey, are you okay?" He said but I just look at him like a fear cat, my tears started to fall. Kai, Kai will be die, He will be killed By me. What I am seeing?

She sniffs the air and her eyes widen, but she says nothing because that is the very least of our worries. “What do you mean by that?” I ask her. “I don't just scream when death is coming like the g****e pages make it sound. I actually see the death as it sort of flashes before my eyes like a movie. Sometimes I can see who the person is and I can warn them, other times I can see every last detail of the vision except for the faces of those I am going to lose. But when I am having a vision, I scream for each life that will be lost. So the question is, how many times did I scream?” She asks me, looking terrified.

This is the universal question and the only ones who can answer it are the people who saw their deaths, people like me. My name is Remi Woods. I'm eighteen years old, and for as long as I can remember, I've been able to see how a person will die with a single touch. At first, I wasn't quite sure what was happening and I was terrified that maybe I was going crazy, but after my visions kept coming to fruition no matter what I did, I knew I was different, and not in a good way.

'I am falling' 'your humble servant needs you' 'Please save me 'Save me from this world' 'take me ' 'I am falling' 'And I only wish' 'to see' 'your heaven abide' I close my eyes as I wait for death to take me there.

Her death had been the first crack in my soul, the first price demanded by the power in me. Her mouth curved not in cruelty, but in sorrow. "That is why I can speak to you now." The logic was twisted but undeniable. Death had freed her from the constraints that bound the living, allowing her to pierce the veils that separated worlds. She could see what others couldn't because she no longer belonged to the realm of sight and substance. Her murder had become the key that unlocked her ability to witness my destruction.

His eyes become unfocused. Then he falls to the ground. I lean over him and watch the life drain from his eyes. He is dead. I killed him. I killed Hunter.

Three months after my biological parents brought me home, I came down with a dangerously high fever. When I finally woke up, something was different about my eyes. I could suddenly see the "ultimate beneficiary" of every gift I received. My birth mother came into my room with a bottle of supplements and took my hand, guilt written all over her face. "I know I haven't treated you fairly since you came home. I've spent too much time worrying about Cassidy. I want to make that right." But hovering above the bottle was a line of glowing blue text. [Ultimate Beneficiary: Cassidy Lynch.] She was the daughter my parents adopted. [Hidden Purpose: Get Evelyn healthy enough for next week's bon

It was the kind of smile that should never exist on a human face. She leaned in—too close—and whispered something I didn’t even realise I understood until the chill ran straight through my spine. “Death,” she breathed, her voice dry and ragged. “It’s already watching you.”

Victor seemed to understand her thoughts and said with a weird tone, "What can you see inside the room? Go outside if you want to see. Let's see who's going to die." ***