Premonitions Stories Novels & Stories

"You once saw a vison of a snake biting me. And instead you got bitten a few days later. When you tried to protect me. You don't really remember?" "I don't. But I had another vision again". "Oh. Another bad premonition?". He gulped. "I think a lot of people are going to die because of me. People I love". They both stayed quiet for a few moments. "That's why you came here". "I'm scared. But I had a vision that didn't happen". "I'm not sure. Maybe...It's like something we learned from Sister Nancy. Our decisions today might affect our decisions tomorrow...".

“That’s how it starts. Soon, you’ll see images, like a movie, then you'll be inside it, part of the future.” “How long does that take?” “It’s different for everyone. It usually takes a few months or years to master.” “If we don’t get her out, she will help to…the voice says she’ll kill all of us. Everyone in this room will die, even you.” “How?” “I don’t know.” “Try again.” This time she slipped into the premonition a lot faster. It took me years and years to master the art, yet Quinn figured it out in minutes. It came as easy to her as breathing.

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.

“The last White Wolf was supposed to be incredibly powerful.” Traci groaned. “Oh good.” I ignored her. “She could heal almost anything.” A faint smile crossed my face. “Considering recent events, that one seems accurate.” Several people chuckled, including Traci. “A few stories also mentioned visions. Premonitions.” The amusement faded. The headaches. The flashes. The images. Everything suddenly started fitting together. Kael looked thoughtful. “Do you think that’s what she’s seeing?” I considered it for a moment before nodding. “It would make sense.”

“What hurt the most was that I had a nightmare or a vision about it before it happened.” The man looked at Luciana before his eyes made their way to me. “What do you mean? I’m finding it difficult to wrap my head around your revelation.” I couldn’t blame him. I hadn’t made much sense of it either as well. Growing up, my nightmares were far and few in between and a small part of me always knew I had possessed an uncanny ability—the gift or curse of premonition. Visions of future events would occasionally haunt me in my dreams and each time it happened, it always left me with a lasting thought of foreboding. It was a burden I had carried throughout my life and over and over again, it had prove

“Stay here, spend some time with my family instead.” “Waiting an extra day to interrogate him can’t hurt, surely,” my mother says. I push the plate of half-eaten food away, and drink the coffee the Omega puts before me. “I don’t know. I don't think so. We have no idea what the cabal is planning.” “You haven’t had one of your premonitions again?” my mother asks. “No. I only seem to get them when Willow is in some kind of life-threatening danger. I think The Goddess sends them.” I look at my mate who is staring off into the distance. “What do you think?”

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."

It is noteworthy to mention that I usually believe Jaya whenever she has a premonition about me. Over the years, she has had several premonitions about me and she would warn me and tell me what to do to avoid it. I noticed that whenever I refuse to listen to her, her premonition comes to pass. However, whenever I listen to her, a tragedy is averted. I remember vividly on one occasion I wanted to travel to Florida for a business summit. Jaya came to my room very early in the morning and told me that she had a premonition that I will have an accident with my car at a particular junction in Florida.

“But everyone slips up, Giovanna. Everyone leaves a breadcrumb.” I closed my eyes and saw him, the room he’d told me never to go into, the locked door I’d passed once and then stopped passing. I remembered the chill in my bones when I’d ignored his warning and wondered if I’d been foolish. “I disobeyed him,” I said, the memory raw. “I went in once. I shouldn’t have. He told me never to. When I saw what I saw, I thought it was a mistake, like maybe I’d misunderstood.” Belle’s fingers tapped lightly on her knee. “People don’t usually give themselves too many chances to be misunderstood when they’re covering something big. If you saw something, that’s something. It counts.”

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.