Premonition Novels & Stories

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."

She pauses to think, sighs slowly and then smiles somewhat sadly. “I sensed…. or …we have something called moment of sight. That’s when a touch, or conversation, or even a strong emotion, gives us a flicker of a moment. Almost like a blink that you don’t quite catch but it instills a strong feeling that you can’t shake. Almost like a premonition in a way.” She explains to me and I catch Colton nodding at my side. I know he has experienced it as he told me so before.

If you are working with an allied pack, it could make things so much easier. All eyes are on me, and I know why. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. I launch into my dream, making sure I tell every detail. When I’m done, no one says anything. I know it’s a lot, which is why I’ve been so snowed the last few days. Elder Nadia clears her throat, catching our attention. “Uh, I think that’s a premonition, not a nightmare.” She’s right. That was a premonition.

Or she’d get away. Any of those things could happen--and the last two would be really bad. Part of her was afraid to get the attack over with and know the result. Aside from that, she had a bad feeling in general. Joe usually wasn’t one to pay attention to premonitions. The day her mom had died, she hadn’t had a fucking clue that something bad was about to happen, so there was no reason for her to think that premonitions were really even a thing. But she didn’t have the best feeling going into this

’’ All of a sudden, some flashbacks came into her mind. The dead bodies of a man and a woman and a figure of a boy wolf sitting beside them and crying. The scene was too much gore for her to see. So she removed her face from his right away. She fell onto the ground and kept panting and breathing heavily. Her throat felt dry, her heart was beating much faster than before. ‘’ What was that image? What was that? I don’t understand.’’ ‘’ My premonitions are taking over my brain. But that image, I had never seen anything like that before. Could it be?’’.

"We're going to get our own back. But I'm sorry Aislinn, I'm not going to start a war over books or some unknown prisoners. I can let the feds know that Jenna's up to something that could result in trouble. But that's it." Aislinn sighed. "I understand what you're saying. But I've yet to have a premonition that didn't apply to me in some way. Even when I had the vision at the Taigh-Oèsda I knew that I needed to tell you but it was still Rafe and I was drawn into it. In the end whatever these premonitions mean it's going to catch up to me. They always do." Cullen's brow furrowed. "Well we'll deal with it when it happens. For now

I ask carefully. “A premonition.” She answers with a serious look taking upon her beautiful features. “A premonition?” I ask incredulously. “About what?” “If what I felt is right…” She lowered her head a little bit. “Is a premonition that complements an old prophecy that might be happening.” “What?” I am trying to process the information she just gave me. “Wait, but could you be telling me this?” “No, but if my suspects are right, you have the right to know, you might be the one who’s gonna save us all. You’re God's chosen.” She looks at me with determination in her eyes.

"It felt like a premonition." With a sigh, Brock propped himself up on his elbow, looming over me like a protective sentinel. "Stephanie, if something is frightening you, we'll face it together—as we always do." His pledge lingered in the air as I nestled back into his chest, letting the steady beat of his heart lull my swirling thoughts. But as dawn's cautious fingers swept across the sky, painting it with the soft blush of morning, I knew sleep would evade me further. The premonition lingered, a ghostly presence in the room, refusing to be ignored.

She could only catch him from the knees down, but his pants appeared to be neatly pressed gray wool. "Something's happening," she whispered. Brady frantically called her name, but Ceara's calming voice rang louder in Kaida's head. "What's happening?" "I...see someone." A sharp pang seared through her skull, and she screamed. Ceara's hand settled on Kaida's shoulder. "I think she's having a premonition. Don't fight it, sister. That's why it hurts. You're fighting it. Breathe deep. Let it come."