Premonitions Novels & Stories

she asked. Corazon stopped in the middle of her walk. She turned her head to face Leticia. "I haven’t told you, I can also see a future aside from hearing it, but either of them could apply at the same time, it’s always hearing them or seeing them at once, but never hearing and seeing them in one frame. Do you believe in Premonition?" Corazon is actually unsure if it's a premonition or just her wild imagination that reflects into her dream.

I watched as her smile dropped for just a single second to reveal the sadness beneath her usual mask. She loved Luna dearly, but every celebration for my child was a reminder of what she had not been able to give Bryce. At least, not yet. I had high hopes for her, and somehow, I had a feeling that things were going to change soon for both of them. I just didn't know how soon, and I didn't want to raise their hopes up if I didn't have any concrete proof of the knowledge sitting on my chest. Also, I didn't need any more reasons for people to look at me like I was a deity. I had discovered premonitions a little while back, and I was still getting used to them.

He says as he starts to pour the coffee. “How did their premonition powers work?” Dean asks, and I swallow. Bert sighs, “That power was always up in the air. Things can change so quickly, so if they had a vision one day, it could change the next. It’s all about choices. They never put much thought into them, because they were so unreliable.” He tells us, and that does calm my nerves a bit, but so far, every time I got that feeling, something bad has followed.

Watching. Aedric leaned forward, resting his forearms on the heavy wooden table between them. "Tell me what you felt in that fight." Lillian hesitated. How could she explain something she barely understood? "It was like…" She exhaled slowly. "Like I knew what he was going to do before he did it. Like time slowed for just a moment, and I could see the attack before it happened." Aedric’s golden eyes sharpened. "Premonition?" She shook her head. "Not exactly. It wasn’t a vision or a warning—it was instinct. But not my instinct. It felt like something… older. Something ancient."

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

he says with exaggerated innocence, his eyes wide like a guilty puppy. I fight a laugh and focus on eating. Then, out of nowhere, a strange sensation hits me. I freeze mid-bite, eyes closing as I tune in to my surroundings. The air shifts—buzzing with something unseen, something inevitable. “Prepare yourselves,” I say quietly, my eyes still closed. Trixie leans over to whisper, “Is she having a premonition? I didn’t know they could do that.” “No, Trixie,” I answer calmly. “Premonitions come to me in dreams. My tasks are shown in dreams too. This… this is a feeling. Something is about to happen.”

I sigh and continue saying, “now tell me, what power did I unlock? Because I assume that I have no time left and I must return to my mates.” “You assume well.” Artemis says. “The broken seal unlocked the power of premonition. You can see anyone’s future. Keep in mind that premonitions can happen in dreams, through touch, or when visiting new places. You will know you are having a premonition because it will violently take you out of what you are doing, feeling or thinking, and take you to an unknown place.” Hecate tells me. Artemis adds, “You must pay attention to everything around you. Mia must act as a recorder. This is extremely important, Emma. You must in

Him: "Yes, that includes people waking me up or someone knocking on the door." He: "I inexplicably bought a cup in the supermarket, which looks the same as the one at home, I don't even know why I bought it, and a few days later, the old cup was shattered; sometimes I would pick a particular artist's work to watch, which I actually don't really like to watch, it's just purely to pass the time, and I don't think too much about it, and a few days later, that artist would die or something would happen; when I was organizing my stuff When I am organizing my things, I may leave a certain thing which is not useful at all on hand, and then a few days later, I will use it for an unexpected event; I

“like a clockwork, the dominoes cascaded in a straight line.” Daisy’s POV You know that feeling you get in your bones? That feeling of something waiting to happen. Premonition, a feeling of imminent disaster. It has been a lot like that lately, the constant need to check around myself to be sure I was present. The startled jerk in the middle of the night checking on Blair and her well being. It didn’t help with the fact that I felt like eyes were constantly watching me. I had heard nothing from Kevin since the night he had found Blair and I in her tent.

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.