Premonitions Stories Novels & Stories

Because of whatever on-going beef they had, that was never resolved, and she came back to end it? “First, we need to figure out if the dream you had was just a dream or a premonition. If it’s a premonition, then we need to figure out how to stop it, not only because it showed us your death but also the death of many more.” Damn it. I’d been so focused on myself that I’d not considered the implication. I wasn’t the only one who died in my dream. There were hundreds. Probably thousands. I mean, the ground was soaked in blood. You could barely see any spot that wasn’t covered with blood.

I told her. “Wow I did not expect you to say that. How would they even know if you had a pup though. I mean surely they wouldn’t stick around waiting for you to knock someone up.” “One of their witches obtains the power of premonition. She would see. Her visions show the outcome of someone’s choice. She would cast a link between myself and her meaning she would tell when a pup had been conceived. If I am destined to have a pup then I want it to be ruler after me. So that is why I will not seek out them for help” I got up and walked away. This conversation put me in a foul mood and right now I wanted to be alone.

“Can you stop! This is not what I want to hear right now. Who is after my life and how did you find out about my identity?” Alicia slowly sat on the couch. She took a deep breath and then opens her mouth to speak. “Premonition, that’s how I got to know. Two days after your birthday party, I started having visions relating to who or what I touch. It started when I hugged my father. I experienced the past. His past as if I was there. As if it was reoccurring again. It was clear and real. Anything I touch in my house, I will have a flashback relating to what I touched.” Alicia cast her gaze at Lucas and invited him to sit because it’s gonna be a long story.

"Then the visions. They've been happening more and more recently." Brinah tilted her head and stared into her granddaughter's eyes. "That should only happen if you're willing to let it happen. You must be becoming more accepting and open to it. Premonitions come when you allow them to." "What about controlling it? Can I have one when I want one?"

"Are you going on about your dreams again?" I knew once or twice that Chloe’s dreams were true, but I couldn’t accept that they were all true. Especially given the recent events she claimed to have witnessed. However, I couldn’t stop the curiosity that was beginning to claw at me over her mentioning one about Asher. "They aren’t dreams." Chloe snapped in frustration. "They’re premonitions." "Right, you have premonitions and Theo has visions." How was it possible that our family was filled with so many freaks? Only Thia was the normal one out of us.

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.

Before the premonition hits me, I hear Brie yelling that I'm fine, that a premonition has hit me and I will be fine in a few minutes. *PREMONITION* I am standing in a shop, there are dry herbs hanging everywhere, candles, crystals and a lot of other things that i done't even want to know what they are. I guess that I am in a witches' shop. I heard footsteps coming towards me. Then I heard yelling.

“But I warn you—visions can be disturbing. Confusing. You might see things you don’t want to see.” “For example?” “Possible futures. Things that could happen. Things that could happen depending on certain choices.” His silver eyes caught the moonlight. “My grandmother saw her own death before it happened. She told me about it three months in advance. There was nothing we could do to prevent it.” The thought twisted my stomach. “I don’t know if I want that.” “You don’t have to decide right now. Just try the meditation. If nothing happens, nothing happens. If visions come, we’ll deal with them.”

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.

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