Premonitions 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—”

“Yeah. So, I should probably start by telling you I am Moon Blessed. Well, both my sister and I are Moon Blessed, Joshua.” “Moon Blessed, how?” “We both have premonitions and can feel when trouble is coming our way. Last night, I had one of these premonitions. My sister did too. For whatever reason, it transmits to my mother, so she knows as well.” Dad interrupted. “This has been happening since Sable was pregnant with Jude and Jordyn. They have a connection that is really remarkable.” Uncle Jett then asked, “So the premonition…what was it?”

"That I can do." After ending the call, I held the phone to my aching head. No amount of aspirin would cease the throbbing pain. The same sickening feeling was sitting like a stone in the pit of my stomach. Every time my instinct kicked into overdrive, I was right and usually that meant people dying. Maybe I was just being paranoid. Or maybe another premonition was about to come true. Either way, I'd be prepared.

But it doesn't win all of them. Not exactly comforting, but honest in a way I appreciated. "I keep having these flashes," I admitted. "Not full visions, just fragments. Faces twisted in pain, darkness swallowing everything, someone screaming my name. I don't know if they're premonitions or just fear manifesting." "Probably both," Morwyn replied. "Your prophetic abilities are awakening, but they remain unfocused. Your fear colors all you see, so it is almost impossible to discern actual future from imagined possibility.

There is something wrong with me. I stumble toward the guard, trying not to let him see how badly my hands are shaking. He turns and starts up the steps without waiting for me. My stiff legs groan in protest as I follow, taking the steps one at a time. Will this keep happening? Will I keep slipping into another memory of someone? At any time? The relentless questions hammer against my skull. What if I black out in front of the Grandmasters? What if I stay stuck in those memories? If my own mind is going to betray me, I won't need the Grandmasters’ verdict to destroy me.

Do you ever got that feeling? When deep inside you, you know that something big is going to happen but you can’t point it out. There is a tingling sensation trying to dominate the pit of my stomach, the goosebumps on my body that drives me crazy. Nature. It was natures warning or maybe a sudden premonition about this day but sadly, I was entitled to ignore the call of nature for I was ought to check the cabin where every twisted event on my life began.

I ask carefully. “A premonition.” She answers with a serious look taking upon her beautiful features. “A premonition?” I ask incredulously. “About what?” “If what I felt is right…” She lowered her head a little bit. “Is a premonition that complements an old prophecy that might be happening.” “What?” I am trying to process the information she just gave me. “Wait, but could you be telling me this?” “No, but if my suspects are right, you have the right to know, you might be the one who’s gonna save us all. You’re God's chosen.” She looks at me with determination in her eyes. “I am what?”

They can see premonitions and visions and what if it is a premonition? I need to save Devon from that freak accident. I need to warn him tomorrow when I see him in school. I hope he believes me but if he doesn't, at least I tried saving him but I can’t afford to lose Devon. I don’t want him to die. I will do everything for him to believe in me because I don’t want him to ride in the car, especially the white car. I want to make sure first that everything is okay before I let him ride in a car.

She takes her time to calm down and when she does what she tells us, it shocks us. "I'm sorry if I scared you. Normally, I don't pass out from premonitions. This one was different, more powerful. It was a premonition, but I was also witnessing things as they were happening in the present. Before I explain what I saw, I need Skyler to come here as something I saw he needs to know."

I have to stop myself from screaming, so I don’t wake Rebel, but the frustration is clearly in my voice. “First, Stella was provoked. I have great control over Sasha, but I didn’t always have that control. I still struggle to control her when provoked. It’s natural for our dire wolves to want to transform when provoked, and sometimes we can’t stop them from doing it. Second, learning your intuition is difficult. I still don’t have full control over it. Right before your Dad came and rescued me from my pack, I had a premonition that my parents would lead a rebellion and die in the process. Granted, at the time, I didn’t know I was having premonitions in dreams