Premonition Novels & Stories

“Stay here, spend some time with my family instead.” “Waiting an extra day to interrogate him can’t hurt, surely,” my mother says. I push the plate of half-eaten food away, and drink the coffee the Omega puts before me. “I don’t know. I don't think so. We have no idea what the cabal is planning.” “You haven’t had one of your premonitions again?” my mother asks. “No. I only seem to get them when Willow is in some kind of life-threatening danger. I think The Goddess sends them.” I look at my mate who is staring off into the distance. “What do you think?”

Her eyes lingered on him for a while, before returning to her plate, and he felt a rush of strange, unpleasant feelings. Ever since they started the trip back home, he had a premonition of an impending disaster. He couldn't get the other woman out of his head, along with a feeling in his bones that there was going to be a momentous change of fate in matters of day. He felt an immediate impulse to see her then and there, and no matter how hard he tried to suppress it, the urge got stronger with every passing minute.

“It was you?” “Huh?” “It was you the night I became Luna, watching in the trees.” “Guilty. Damn, how do you do it? No one ever knows when I am watching. You are the only person who has ever noticed me.” “Ha, I wish I knew for sure, but my theory is that my senses are heightened because of my premonitions. Who knows if it’s true, but it’s what I think at least.” “Blessed wolves are OP for sure.”

It was no longer just about power or physical drain; it was a conduit of consciousness. Memories hit Lior like a tidal wave—a barrage of images that were not his own. He gasped, clutching his head as the visions flooded his mind. He saw a younger, lighter version of Aziel, laughing under a summer sun with men who wore genuine smiles. He saw the warmth of a fire that felt like home. And then, he saw the splintering of that world. The sudden, violent plunge of daggers into soft flesh. The betrayal of those he had once called brothers. He felt the cold shock of blades in the dark, the metallic tang of betrayal, and the hollow, echoing loneliness that followed when the bodies were left in the sn

I started carefully. Any traces of his smile vanished. “I'm listening then.” I drew an uneven breath. “Those arrows… I saw them… in my vision.” A deep frown appeared. “Explain.” I sat on my heels and placed my hands on my lap. “I have a special gift… Since I was a child, my instincts warned me of danger. Then, I started having premonitions. They were usually vague. There were some clues that helped me choose the right path, but recently… my visions have become clearer.”

As the deepest hours of the night stretched on, each minute feeling like an eternity, I found myself utterly unable to surrender to the solace of sleep. My mind, a relentless projector of terror, replayed Elijah’s hushed words about the prophetic dreams that occasionally manifested within the Thorne lineage. The chilling possibility that my nightmare was not merely a random byproduct of a troubled subconscious, but a genuine glimpse into a potential, horrifying future, settled upon me with the crushing weight of a premonition, a silent alarm screaming in the quiet recesses of my mind.

I looked at them; I had heard what they were saying earlier and looked at their faces for any sign of emotions. "Luna, we need to ask you something," My mother began. I sat up. "Are you aware of anything that triggers your headaches and the ringing in your ears?" "No I’m not. It’s just that I see three hooded figures whenever I feel the headache or the ringing." "Have they tried to communicate with you in any way?" She asked again. "No. no words. they just stand silently, watching. But lately, I have been seeing a black wolf in my dream lately. It does not attack me or anything."

“I’ll be fine, Mom. We just need to trust the process and all will work out as it should. So mote it be. The Goddess will be watching over me and I trust her with my life.” “That is the best frame of mind to have. The Goddess will guide you and keep you safe. She always has.” Amber knew in her heart that everything would be okay and that Leah’s turning would be successful. Kamali came to speak with Amber as soon as Leah left. “I’ve had another premonition.” She said and Amber’s heart filled with dread. “It’s about Leah’s turning.” “I can’t take any bad news now,” said Amber, her heart beating out of her chest, “please tell me that it’s good news?”

It was the family curse, that thing my old man had tried to snuff out of me until the state had taken me away after the last beating when he almost killed me. I had a million thoughts go through my head as I stood there looking down at her in the moonlight and I felt new wetness gather in the corners of my eyes Even as I felt it happening, as I felt that knowing like I'd known her my whole life, that feeling that we were meant, it made no sense. I'm a SEAL for fuck sake, I don't believe in this shit. Okay the premonition shit I can't do anything about, that shit just shows up when it wants to, does its thing and moves the fuck on. But this, this was another ba

"I keep having premonitions, visions of death here in the forest. Blood stains, heads ripped apart, and hearts plucked away." As Nira spoke about her premonitions, the words resonated deep within Denzel's mind. A surge of awareness swept through him, and an inexplicable shiver ran down his spine. The revelation triggered a cascade of emotions. A sweat broke down his forehead and ran its course jaggedly down his face. His senses sharpened and the hair on his body stood up. "The forest?" Denzel muttered, a sudden realization hitting him. "What if those premonitions you've been having were to happen