Novel & Cerita I Can See Your Death Spoiler

Rage turned to despair as my last thoughts faded into darkness. Chloe’s Point of View I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. Iris had made a grand entrance and delivered a deadly blow with precision and finality. As I stood there, frozen in shock, I watched as Lillianna's life slowly drained from her body. Her once vibrant eyes were now empty and fixated on nothingness, while her face contorted into disbelief, pain, and fury. It was both haunting and mesmerizing to witness. “She’s dead. Sam? Sam, you can come out now,” Iris called out.

Failed. The edges of my vision blurred, dark shadows curling in from all sides like smoke. I was going to die like this. Not in battle. Not fighting. Not even from the scars of what they’d done to me before. No. I was going to die wanting. Pathetic. The last thing I saw before the darkness claimed me… was someone moving toward me. A shadow. A figure stepping through the mist curling around my vision. Not Ronan. Someone else. **********

I just knew it wasn’t going to repeat itself again. “Hey” I finally greeted the both of them, rather than yelling at Jade, whom had thought had gone home. “I saw your text” She turned to me. “I thought you were just going to stand there like a creep” A smile crept to my face before the thought of the medium came to my mind and i thought of letting Jade know or perhaps we weren’t there yet— "I see death. And it's coming hard and dark. And quick like a thief at night. Someone close to you is sick and will die"

I've heard stories that, when you're at death door, your life flashes before you, but it's happening to me now. I see blurry images of my uncle, his wife, my friends, and my family - My pack. Tears flow, freely down my eyes as I thought - Is this how it's going to all end. I could hear voices, shouting in the background. Everything around me became fuzzy. I couldn't see a thing clearly. And lastly, I see Alpha Derek, his face few inches away from mine, and for a second, I see his entire eyeball turn black. He smirk as he say:

He's just standing there, watching me. I want to ask if he's just going to keep watching, but I'm too weak to speak. As my consciousness fades, I hear popping and cracking sounds, catching a glimpse of Liam rising to his feet, his hungry gaze locked on me. Didn't he die? “You've got to be fucking kidding me,” I hear Killian curse. This can't be good. And then, darkness. -----------

Line after line of text streamed across my vision. My jaw dropped. Thinking my eyes were deceiving me, I rubbed them hard several times. The comments stayed right where they were, stubbornly refusing to vanish. More warnings continued to flood in. "It's over! Jess is almost home! She's walking straight into the trap!" "Jess, your husband is going to find an excuse to leave you alone with Marianne so he can frame you! Whatever you do, don't go inside!" "At exactly 7:10 pm, Marianne will fall to her death. They're setting you up to shoulder the blame for her murder."

A smear of crimson is on her lips, the drops I forced there with hands that were steadier than my conscience. There's no pulse. No breath. Her eyelashes rest against skin thats already turning pale. She's too still. It's not sleep. It's not unconsciousness. She's gone. I've seen thousands of people dead. Men killed on battlefields. Women burned in sanctuaries. Children thrown into plague pits like discarded clothes. Death doesn't interest me much anymore. This one does. I told myself to walk It's a practical.thought. If the blood doesn't work, the problem solves itself. If it takes hold, distance will keep judgment from clouding what needs to be done.

"It’s 2026. You’re in my home. You’re alive." ​I looked at him, my vision blurring with tears of rage and confusion. "You killed me. In the last life... you didn't just let me die. You did it yourself." ​Julian’s face went deathly pale. He didn't pull away. He didn't deny it. Instead, he leaned in, his forehead almost touching mine. The "Forbidden Touch" was screaming at us—the closer we got, the more the Shadow between us pulsed, a dark, magnetic force that wanted to pull us into a single, lethal atom.

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.

I looked up, my voice shaking. “I saw my mother’s death. I saw the mountain falling. I saw one of us…” I swallowed “one of the vessels killing the other.”