Premonición 소설 & 이야기

It’s time for him to call his prey once more. They must be continually reminded of what is at stake. One mistake from Jim and Nathan’s side and their downfall will begin.

I just have a premonition that something bad will happen soon. It's like the feeling you have before the storm when everything is calm and quiet and within seconds the weather changes radically. Black clouds cover the sky and heavy rain falls on the ground. Of course the rain is refreshing but makes you soaked to the core until you get home. Am I ready to face difficulties again? Will I be able to overcome them this time? Oh! I don't know. Too many thoughts for one day! I'd better stop worrying and enjoy the evening.

Was I just being absent minded, ignorant or simply unaware? "I can't invoke to see the future because It àlways comes without warnings. It shows me what is going to happen any time soon in the future when I didn't call for it. It could come as a dream, a premonition during the daylight or any time when I least expect it. It always just set in without warnings but I am glad I got accustomed to it and now I can control it better without freaking out by the things I see," she explained but I was still curious.

It’s like a puzzle piece fitting where it belongs. “Sadie?” I face Raven when she calls my name. There is panic and nervousness shadowing her eyes. “What if it wasn’t a dream you had, but a premonition?” Shit. Damn it, I hadn’t thought of it in that light. I didn’t want to think of it in those terms, but what if Raven is right? What if it’s a premonition? A premonition of what’s to come. A premonition of my death.

We sat together on the edge of my bed, our fingers entwined, talking and laughing as memories of the woods wrapped around us. But then, something shifted. A strange heaviness rolled through the air, making me gulp. My laughter caught in my throat. My skin prickled, and suddenly I couldn't move. My heart began to race as a deep vibration filled my ears. "Wynona..." I whispered, my voice trembling. "What's happening to me?" Her face went pale. "I know this look, child. You're having a premonition," she said quickly, grasping my hands. "Don't fight it, just give in to the power. Let the vision in."

ALEXEI “You were asked to approach me? By who?” I asked the strawberry blonde stranger. It was only just hitting me that I still didn’t know her name. “The gods,” she whispered, leaning in and winking conspiratorially. “I always listen whenever the gods speak. And they’ve asked me to warn you. To issue you a premonition.” I inhaled a sharp breath at the mention of the word “premonition.” I couldn’t stop the knot from forming in my belly, neither could I prevent goosebumps from rising on my skin.

Tried not to think about late nights, closed hotels, language barriers, or the fact that I was suddenly very aware of how far from home I was. Then my phone buzzed in my hand. The vibration was sharp and sudden, cutting through the quiet like a warning bell. Relief surged instinctively as I glanced down. Good, I thought. Information. Solutions. It evaporated instantly. We regret to inform you that due to unforeseen circumstances, your reservation has been cancelled. I stared at the screen. Then I read it again. And again. Like repetition might soften the words. Like maybe they would rearrange themselves into something less final.

Perhaps all this was coming from the fact that I was thinking about all of this too far without thinking about the consequences. “What do you want to say?" He was quick to ask. "Well, I have been having these visions…" I muttered “I don't understand. " He chuckles “You promised. " I snapped playfully. “I am sorry. I just found it amusing." “Well, it is not really a dream. They are more like premonitions." I continued. " How will people here see me if they get to know me?” For what like minutes he was quiet. “Do you get a good answer to what I just asked?” I questioned again

I gagged, bile rising in my throat, and clutched my stomach as a wave of nausea rolled through me. “What...was that?” My voice trembled, the words barely escaping my dry, cracked lips. Aryna’s presence stirred in the back of my mind, her tone gentle yet laced with concern. “Was it a nightmare?” I shook my head weakly, the motion making me dizzy. “No,” I croaked, barely able to get the word out. “Not just a nightmare. A premonition.” I sat frozen for several moments, the weight of the fear suffocating. Though the details of the dream had already begun to slip away, the residual terror clung to me, gnawing at the edges of my sanity.

"Tell me what's wrong, Rhema" I murmured some gibberish to myself. "This is the problem. You won't talk to me and then you click the self destruct". She's trying to catch up with me on the curb. "Abroko wrote again and it's all about you. They are calling you an addict, you're addicted to the Origin. They are calling the reason she was murdered Origin". "They can call me whatever they want".