Magic #future Novels & Stories

“Scar? Why?” “I know what you know.” He smiled tightly. “An unfortunate side effect of seeing the future before it happens. That makes me Foresight, by the way. You are Strength, if you hadn’t already got that from our last conversation on the phone, and Scarlett here is Magic. I’ve known this from birth.” A funny expression crossed his face. “Another irksome side effect of seeing the future. Imagine knowing so much as a baby. Hah.” He didn’t laugh. “What the Hell–”

“I’m sure you’ve been also trying. The future, after all, is bearing down at us in the form of the Mer army.” “Indeed,” Sigrid murmured. “The future as you know is only ever revealed in glimpses, and those glimpses are notoriously unreliable. The future is not set in stone. In fact, it is ever-changing. Every choice we make alters what will come.” “Yes,” Sigrid nodded.

Cedric glared at me and then he just smirked. All the children are now tied inside the magic circle surrounding us. I'm inside a different circle inside the magic array, that is not connected to the children but there is one line it's connected to, and when I looked ahead the line, there's another array ahead but that array is empty.

"Rina." She stops. "They’re coming back." She looks at her hands. "You keep saying that." "Because it’s true." "Okay, but how do you know? Can you see the future? Maybe you can, ‘cause you’ve got magic. Being able to see the future would be an awesome power. If I had that power, I could do anything. I could even see who stole my cake last night! Right?" I think about it—all that Maya and Caden have been through.

The barefoot creator whispered: “The entire universe is becoming a finished object.” Elena looked at Adult Lucas. “We start now.” He nodded. “Lucas opens the possibility.” Young Lucas approached the blue doorway. “What do I say?” Adult Lucas smiled. “You always ask.” Young Lucas looked toward the frozen universe. “What if tomorrow isn't decided yet?” Blue light erupted. In the isolated universe, a tiny blue line appeared. Older Elena gasped. DYNAMIC FUTURE CAPACITY: 14% → 16% “It worked!” Then dropped. 15%

continue. "...when you needed me the most. Sadly, all your life. But we can't go back in time. The past is in our heads and the future in our hands, let me help you with the future" "Let me guess, the future is Anita" "You can say that, but you know what they say. Marry a girl that loves you not the one you love"

“Hold this thread tightly. I am going to tie it on your wrist. Since you are getting teleported into the future, standing here in the past, so, it will be a havoc if anything goes wrong there. And because I am not going with you, so, it won’t be possible for me to know what would be happening to you there. For that purpose, I am giving you this spelled thread. It will connect you with me here. And, I can pull out back when I will get the signal.” She explained everything to him briefly and tied the red beaded thread over his right wrist still chanting some spells which he wasn’t able to understand since she was speaking in a foreign language. After giving it three knots, she blew some hot ai

If Vera was a delicate, petite woman, Victoria was without a doubt the ultimate mature woman. Only Victoria could handle my size. However, she was my future mother-in-law. How could I do such a thing?

They both laughed. But Maureen cut the conversation short with her presence. "Sophia you're still awake?... Don't you know we're taking you to your new home tomorrow? A wedding gift from Mr. Ernest and family and guess what?" She squealed happily. "It's in paradise estate!" She announced. Sophia was less enthusiastic, what was the need for such extravagance if she couldn't walk?. Stan and Maureen urged her to go to bed to reserve her strength for the next day while they both retired to bed and not without an obvious stare down between both of them.

I wish you peace, happiness, and a future without limits. I stared at the screen, my eyes growing warm. I didn't know what that little app had really been—maybe a version of myself from another timeline, maybe the last mercy the universe had decided to give me. I typed two words and hit send. [Thank you.] A gust of night wind swept past. The text thread flickered into a jumble of code and vanished from my phone entirely—as if it had never existed. I lifted my head, looked at Ed, looked at this beautiful, vibrant city, looked at the dazzling future stretching out before me.