Prémonition Novels & Stories

Her Granny found it interesting, she called it a blessing because it had helped the family in so many ways. Juana herself didn't think it was a blessing, she found it really strange and scary. She'd rather not know the future than know and not be able to stop it from happening, the bad parts that is. She remembered having a dream when she was seven. It was a very strange one. She saw nothing, literally nothing. She was walking on nothing and staring at a ball of nothing. There was no air, no trees, no buildings. Everything was blank. She herself felt invisible. She screamed right out of sleep that morning. And it was the morning of her seventh birthday. When Baron and Dawn asked her about it

she could see the little glimpse of their future. The power of her senses was called 'Precognition' ....(Precognition, also called prescience, future vision, or future sight, is a claimed psychic ability to see events in the future. As with other paranormal phenomena, there is no accepted scientific evidence that precognition is a real effect, and it is widely considered to be pseudoscience.) At night....🌃 In Marrium mansion....🏡

“Predictive harmonic restructuring detected. Temporal alignment variance increasing.” Zara blinked. “Translate that.” I didn’t look away. “It’s not just reacting in real time.” I swallowed slightly. “It’s reacting ahead of time.” Silence....even the entity paused. The implication settled heavily. Prediction, preemption. A system that did not wait for instability to occur but adjusted before it existed. That was dangerous, powerful or both. The entity pulsed again. Stronger this time. The pressure around the bridge increased sharply. “Test.” No explanation, no warning.

This time my sleep is plagued by nightmares and dreams alike. But I only remember one dream, that still plagues my mind when I wake up. I cry out from shock as I am pulled out of the nightmare. My whole body is trembling and I am covered in sweat, which has drenched my clothing making them stick to my body. The image still haunts me, Ash calling out my name, his hand reaching down to grab my hand as I fall. Then suddenly the dream freezes and words appear in the sky in blood red writing. ‘There coming’ then it flickers ‘were coming, be ready.’ Then suddenly I am falling again, than just before I hit the ground it blacks out. That’s when I woke up. I lie there as still as possible, too scared

Was I just being absent minded, ignorant or simply unaware? "I can't invoke to see the future because It àlways comes without warnings. It shows me what is going to happen any time soon in the future when I didn't call for it. It could come as a dream, a premonition during the daylight or any time when I least expect it. It always just set in without warnings but I am glad I got accustomed to it and now I can control it better without freaking out by the things I see," she explained but I was still curious.

Still, here I was, running through an unknown but known forest with the crimson-eyed predator running beside me. What did it mean? Something showed me this very night before it happened, as if in a warning. But a warning of what? The predator wasn't an enemy, this I knew for sure. I had no powers, and yet, I had this. This strange dream wasn't a dream but a premonition. If I had nothing else, I had this: the gift of sight. I knew I could trust this.

Dominic said, “there’s one more thing.” “What?” He hesitated. “The system… is anticipating future conflicts.” I felt my chest tighten slightly. “How?” “It’s pre-adjusting.” “Before decisions are even required.” Arden’s expression sharpened. “Predictive behavior.” “Yes.” Cassius blinked. “Wait—so it’s solving problems before they happen?” “Yes.” Kane’s voice dropped. “That’s not just an adaptation.” “No,” I said. “It’s foresight.” The presence pulsed. “I am improving.”

If I described him to anyone else, they’d call it recovery. They’d call it healing. But healing doesn’t flatten you. It deepens you. And Aidan feels Smoothed. Matteo feels it too. We don’t say it out loud for three days. On the fourth, Aidan beats Matteo in strategy simulation. Not unusual. He’s brilliant. But this time He predicts Matteo’s model before it forms. Not reaction speed. Not intuition. Preemption. “You adjusted before I shifted,” Matteo says calmly. Aidan shrugs lightly.

"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.

It had become structured preparation space where outcomes began to take shape before being selected. The child spoke softly. “It feels like everything is slowly leaning into what it will do,” he said. Evelyn looked at him. “And does that feel like control?” He shook his head. “No,” he said. “It feels like it is getting ready without starting.” Lucien’s expression softened. “So preparation is now embedded in non-action.” The First Existence confirmed. “Yes. Pre-action configuration within hesitation fields.” A silence followed. Not absence. But structured anticipation. Rowan exhaled.