Novel & Cerita Pokemon Fanfiction Watching The Future

The man before him was a version of Seth from the future, a version that had seen more pain and suffering than Seth could ever imagine. “Where did you come from?” Seth asked, his voice trembling. “I’ve been here, waiting for you,” the future Seth said, his voice hoarse. “You’re me from the past. I’m the future that awaits you if you don’t stop looking for Tamera.” Seth stood frozen, the words sinking in. His heart skipped a beat as the future Seth turned slowly, showing him the wreckage. It was as if the destruction of the world itself had become his future, the very land they stood on a testament to failure.

"I know you misunderstood me. But what happened because of that misunderstanding—it was real." "What's done is done. You can't undo it. The scars in each person's memory don't fade." "That day in Switzerland was so cold that it finally let me let go of the past." "Zane was the one who helped me move on." "Let's just move forward. Nico, Arlo, Rhett." "We had a beautiful childhood. But from now on, I'm going the way I chose. The way I'm looking forward to." "And I hope—the Nico, Arlo, and Rhett from those childhood days—can wish me well."

“Don’t worry. We don’t fight anymore. I promised him that if he became courageous, then I would be his friend. So, I unblocked him in Messenger and called him ‘Best friend’. But did you know what Eric does? He blocked me this time.” Hours passed by. Lance and I continued talking about this and that like before. Then, Lance bid his goodbye. “Oh right! I have one last question,” Lance said, turning back. “How did you guess the soccer game winner?” He’s still thinking about this? I knew that Lance would not believe me, so I answered. “I came from the future.” “…” “I came from the future, so I know it.” “I am going home now.” As expected, Lance didn’t believe it.

Their kids were already brutal fucking mini beasts. “Do you know what the vision was about?” Elle asked. Her eyes were trained on Ziyah. Either she had an inkling or honestly did not know. Ziyah went to take a seat, but Dante beat her to it and pulled her onto his lap. She looked at both my mate and me, carefully weighing her words. “I do, but I need your word that you won’t ever mention this to anyone outside of this room. The problem is that the future is malleable. Many times, it changes, but you won’t like the outcome.”

I watched it all unfold, clearly catching the smugness in Gianna's eyes. I spent nights staying up, running from one stronghold to another, just to finally secure the trade route. Yet, with just a casual word, he handed my hard-earned efforts over to his childhood sweetheart. "Do whatever you want." I closed my eyes and turned away, my back facing him. A brief silence fell over the hospital room. Then, two sets of footsteps slowly faded away. With my eyes closed, that eerie video replayed in my mind once more. My future self, her face streaked with tears, was wearing a prison uniform.

"You must possess a great amount of power, young lady." "Not really," I respond, still unsure of what was going on. "I can only see glimpses of the future." One of those glimpses was the man in front of me turning to the dark being that he was in Fallon’s time. And even though I still didn’t want to accept it, I had already seen firsthand what he was capable of doing. "The future," Mateo repeats, raising his brows. "Does that mean you can see the outcome of our attempt at peace between the packs?"

Since I get to be adopted there earlier than before, I would have a lot of time to learn and train over it before I become a Luna. Although that is still quite a concern for me, especially after that disturbing dream I had before, it never left my mind; it kept appearing from time to time. But I’m quite good at shoving it away so it doesn’t ruin my already frayed mood. Fifth... I haven’t thought that much yet. I just covered the basics, since my future is quite muddled at the moment.

Takuto’s expression softened, and he turned to gaze out the window. “…Because,” he said, his voice quiet, almost lost in the winds outside, “I’ve seen what another future could look like.” A hushed silence fell over the room. It was as though time itself had frozen, and all that could be heard was the gentle flutter of cherry blossoms falling outside. Suddenly, the projector screen switched unexpectedly to a hand-drawn picture. My Dream, written in crooked handwriting, was displayed on the screen. The caption read: “When I grow up, I want to run a company so Mommy and Daddy don’t have to work overtime.”

It seemed that her young life was about to come to a tragic end. But then, something extraordinary happened. As Lucian held Irene, his alpha senses momentarily shifted. He saw a vision, a glimpse into the future, where an adult Irene was smiling radiantly beside a much older Adam. They appeared happy, their faces filled with warmth and affection. This vision, unexpected and startling, cut through the fog of his rage and hatred.

What she couldn’t hide right now was her ability to see things from the future and the past. On the plane, she’d napped and awoke suddenly. Without a word to anyone, she pulled out paper and a pencil. Then she drew a nightmarish scene. A scene of creatures believed long dead and gone, tearing into humans and shifters alike. Fae monsters, if they weren’t the past she saw, then the future looked grim for the world. Damon took the drawing from her, folded it up and tucked it into his pocket while telling Penny that they would talk about it later and she wasn’t about to say anything to anyone else but them.