Premonitions Novels & Stories

"I hope you are able to help us." "Can I ask about your gift, Luna Rose?" Beta Zachary spoke, distracting me from the other Luna in the room. "Of course," I perked up. "So you can see things?" Beta Zachary rested his elbows on the table and leaned onto them. "Well, I get premonitions. Sometimes they are of the past, the present, or even the future." "Do you remember what your first one was?" "I do," Matt mumbled under his breath. "What does that mean?" Lorraine stood up from her seat; confusion swirled around in her pupils. Alpha Daughtry coughed, making Lorraine awkwardly sit back in her chair.

’’ 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?’’.

And yet, I was dying to know more about the symbolization behind the vision, and by proxy my recurring dream, as it might have been my way out of waking up drenched in sweat almost every night. “I don’t think it’s like a symbolization but more so a premonition,” she answered my question. “It feels more like a section of your future memories, memories that you hadn’t yet experienced if it makes sense.” It didn’t. It actually made my concerns worse. I could feel the blood draining from my face as I walked out of the room, only to be welcomed by Bella’s shocked expression: “What in the world happened to you in there?” ~

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.

A premonition. The shaman’s voice—precaution, Aiden, use precaution—echoes in the back of my mind, a ghostly whisper against the hum of the engine. I don't notice the strange, mechanical hum beneath my seat. I don't see the shadow of the trap I've already triggered. There is only a split-second of blinding, white-hot light and a roar that tears the sky open. The shockwave hits before the sound, a massive fist of pressure that crushes the air from my lungs.

I whispered to the empty room, almost hoping the shadows would answer: “It’s not real… it’s not real…” But the words felt empty, because deep down, in that gnawing pit of my stomach, I knew the terror...Larry, Brandy, and blood wasn’t fully gone. Dreams like that didn’t just happen. They were warnings. Premonitions. Or maybe my brain’s twisted way of screaming what I already knew: no matter how hard I tried to shield Marvin, some monsters… some chaos… were just beyond my control. I wiped my face, and sent a quick reply to Dr Vesper.

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.”

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.

Linda’s P.o.v. There’s an unease in the air, thick and suffocating, I can almost see it vibrating, much like the rising heat that’s visible above the asphalted roads on a hot summers-day. Although I have never been able to shift, the wolf gene that’s encoded deep within my blood feels as if it’s bristled, hackles raised and ready to attack. I have tried every single ritual I can think of, from breathing exercises to full on spell work, just to get a premonition on what’s about to happen, but to no avail.

He nods and pours a glass of the spiced wine for himself. “Can- can the future be changed?” I ask. “Yes, that’s the whole reason the Goddess sends premonitions, so we can alter the course of the future. Otherwise, what’s the point of them?” I nod and sip my wine. It’s not bad. Sweet and fragrant, and it reminds me that the premonition I had wasn’t real. It was a dream, like Johnathan said before I lost touch with this world and slipped away into the other one.