I Can See Your Death Spoiler Novels & Stories

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 heavy, metallic thunk. The screen steadied in front of a large, industrial freezer. Mother frowned. “What are you—” The lid jerked open. The camera adjusted. Focused. Filling the screen, crystalized with frost, wide with frozen terror, was my eye. Mira’s tiny, trembling whisper broke through. “Mama… is right here.”

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.

Why… What happened to the three minutes they agreed on? Was she… really going to die here? People hallucinated before they died, right? Or could it be that… that man’s shadow never left her heart, not even unto death? She smiled helplessly… Why? Why was he the last illusion she saw before she died? Sean Stewart! The moment she closed her eyes, she looked at the figure she had imagined up, moving her lips and closing her eyes. Sean Stewart never expected to see such a shocking scene the moment he came back!

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.”

And Trixie—Trixie’s pretending she’s fine, but her jaw’s clenched so hard she might break her teeth. I can hear the flower retracting. That horrible, slow, soft scraping noise as it curls into the stone like a secret we’re not allowed to have. We don’t have time. I glance at Michael first. “Look at me.” He doesn’t move. “Michael. Look at me.” His eyes finally snap to mine, wide and wild. “They’re dead. I saw you die. I killed you. I can’t—I can’t breathe—” “It’s not real,” I say sharply. “None of this is real.”

Third Person POV Swallowing the sob rising in her throat, Isabella turned and fled. She couldn't let them see her, couldn't let them know she'd overheard their twisted scheme. She found refuge in a dimly lit alcove, hidden behind a towering floral arrangement. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her mind racing, trying to process the betrayal. All of these at once, and that too on her birthday, it wasn't everyday that she would hate herself but today was just it and she had had about enough.

“Our Alpha was named a traitor, but the only traitor is you.” Gasps ripped through the crowd. “I saw you,” he went on, pointing at me with his hand, shaking with it. “I saw you hiding in the pack house while the alpha king was there, then whispering with Lumian all over him. Playing your little games.” My heart slammed against my ribs. “You’re the reason he’s dead.” The crowd erupted. Voices clashed, shouting over each other, some angry, some confused, some just raw with loss. My head rang with it, my chest burning like I’d swallowed fire.