Premonition Novels & Stories

“Doesn’t this seem strange to you?” Still wiping the table, Renee’s mind raced for an explanation. “I’ve heard of this before!” She suddenly looked up, feigning an epiphany. “It’s called a premonition dream. Basically, when you overthink something, your brain pieces together bits of information you already know. That’s all it is.” Her pulse quickened. She couldn’t let Carl dig any deeper. The truth about her rebirth wasn’t something she could ever explain. Chris, seemingly oblivious to the tension, chimed in, “Dreams don’t always mean something. I mean, I’ve had—”

The bar doesn't go silent, but something inside me goes very, very still. The hair on my arms stands up. The bite mark that isn't there yet—that won't be there for hours, that I don't know is coming—tingles like a premonition. My Omega instincts, buried under four years of suppressants, stir weakly somewhere deep inside me. Someone is watching me. I turn on my stool, and he is there.

Memorizing her words I nodded. “Your powers are limited to your strength and body, so whenever you are weak, your powers will cease and you can’t push yourself because you might kill yourself. It can also develop at any time without any warning like mine. My premonitions are unexpected. They come to me anytime and anyplace, so I had to mask a neutral face while having one. Sometimes I live in the premonitions and get the emotions of the others around me or sense a magical object like how I found the horseshoe” mentioning the horseshoe I couldn’t help but ask: “How did you find it?”

I'm Tari" I let go of my chest and moved in the piano seat. "Senior Tari?". "Just call my Tari". I nod and look face the piano. "I see sey something dey my mind and it's you". I whispered and of course I hit the wrong note. "Umm, let me help with that". He suddenly said. I felt him take a seat right next to me so close, I move a bit. "Breathe and let the music flow from your mind, heart to your fingers. You seem to have a l ot on your mind". Imagine witnessing a murder without reporting and now you're seeing the ghost of the person.

Whenever he was about to see something, that always happened to him, that was his own way of getting an unplanned premonition. Then he was at the entrance of the palace, his eyes fixated on a small animal that rushed in when the doors were still open. It crawled around the palace with no certain direction, only going through doors it found open. Seansha came back to himself and tried to make sense of the fact that he just had a premonition because of a mere rat. He waved it off but shortly his heart became heavy and his core fluttered. 'Over a rat?!' He thought to himself, he rose out of his chair, if he felt like this then it's

My uncle Peter asked. "Not that it's any of your business but I was searching for a missing body," Scott said shrugging. "I just had a feeling about Scott when I was coming back to Beacon Hills and followed it," Stella said, there was something more behind the story but she wasn't saying anything else. "What kind of feeling?" Peter asked. "The dangerous kind" Stella answered back. "Okay, I'm sure we didn't come here for you to interrogate us," Stella rolled her eyes.

“It’s been too much for today.” But before I could answer him, I saw him tense up. His senses were obviously sharper than mine, though I knew immediately that something was wrong. I felt it too: a spark in my chest. A strange vibration in the air. It wasn’t physical… it was emotional. A premonition that made my blood run cold. “What’s going on?” I asked in a low voice, watching his face harden. I knew that expression. The same one he wore when he knew we were in danger.

A chill ran down my spine. If that was true, then whatever had happened to Viola was no small matter. The bond in my chest pulsed again. This time it was gentle. Almost like the touch of tiny fingers, not yet strong enough to grasp. I stopped again, my breath hitching. The thunder in my chest grew louder. “What is this?” I whispered, clutching my rapidly beating heart. Jacob answered in a voice barely above silence. “A premonition.” “A premonition of what?” I frowned, still confused.

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.

The walk from her car parked across the road to the front porch of her boyfriend’s apartment seemed like the longest two minutes in the entirety of Aria’s life, the route seemed unending. And when she finally arrived at the front door, she began to feel nervous and anxious for some reason. Her inklings tingled, and her gut feelings began to hyper–activate, something really felt wrong. Her premonitions were conjuring up the worst possible events and she really prayed that whatever she might see the moment she stepped into the room would prove her gut feeling wrong.