Premonitions Novels & Stories

And that was the first warning. I sat on the edge of the cold slab they called a bed, eyes open, fixed, but unfocused. Staring into nothing. I hadn’t blinked in a while. Not because I wasn’t tired. I was. But sleep wouldn’t come. I’d say couldn't . That thing… that premonition that had gripped my spine all day, it was back. Stronger. Meaner. It dragged its claws down my back like it wanted to peel my instincts raw. Usually by now, they’d toss me that god-awful tray of dog food through the gate like they were feeding a rabid beast. But tonight… They were late.

"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

I nodded without hesitation. "Until now, there has been no specialized knowledge that can explain the meaning of premonitions. So, if I experience that, I probably won't know what to do either, unless there's a clue?" she said flatly. And that flat remark made me turn to him. "Guidance?" He nodded without hesitation. "Like what?" I urged urgently. He sighed. "Perhaps, clues can be sought from what is happening, being experienced, or being felt." I fell silent for an instant.

Not coming back up. Each dream was vivid. Detailed. Specific. I could see the clothes she wore. Hear the exact words people spoke. Feel the temperature of the air. They weren't normal nightmares. They were premonitions. By the end of the first week, I looked like death. Dark circles under my eyes. Hands shaking from too much coffee and too little sleep. I was terrified to close my eyes. Terrified of what I'd see. "Elena." Calloway found me in the kitchen at three AM, staring at cold coffee. "You can't keep doing this."

"The toxin will work within 24 hours, with no antidote. Want the delay agent? Then, get on your knees and start begging me!" Spettro lunged forward and grabbed him by the throat. "Where's the antidote?" "There's no antidote, only the delay agent. It's in my apartment," the technician said, wheezing. "But you won't make it in time." I calmly raised my hand and studied the red dot. "What toxin?" "A new type of neurotoxin. It starts from blurry vision, then loss of muscle control, and finally, respiratory failure." The technician coughed up blood but continued, "You won't live to see tomorrow's moon. The Donna's era is over."

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

She felt a premonition that something far from good was about to happen. It must be something to do with the moons and their orbit, she realised. There would be occasional encounters that she would feel some clairvoyance, although such occurrences did not happen very often. Her hunch had been accurate before, and this time, the feeling she had was way more powerful than how she had sensed before. She was adamant that something grim would happen this time, but she couldn’t stay for much longer in the temple. The temple made her feel eerie at times, and the bathroom had already interfered with her magic.

Not all humans were kind, not all humans were okay with working with a special, yet alone hiring one. As I put the car in park, I saw it deep inside my mind. Images flooded my brain, tanks, soldiers, combat boots, guns, blood. They were coming, something happened and they were coming. Jason tensed beside me. He had seen it too, through me. Normally I can keep Jason out but when a premonition hits my barriers come down. I looked at him and there was so much worry in his eyes. “What was that?” He said. I usually don’t let premonition hit because if they were big enough they would set the radar off. I only ever let them come if something dangerous was headed our way.

I said with anger. "You are the person. A tragedy is about to befall you if you refuse to listen to me," she said as she wiped tears from her eyes. "Did you have a premonition about me?" I asked. "I have been having a series of premonitions about you for the past two weeks," she replied. "For goodness sake! How could you be having a series of premonitions about me for the past two weeks and you refused to tell me?" I asked as I glared at her.

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.