Prémonition Novels & Stories

A shiver ran down my spine and I’m not certain it was a bad one. “Freya.” I replied straightening my spine. “Mmm… What a powerful name, Freya.” He said with small moan. My body full blown betrayed me and instantly butterflies began dancing in my stomach. “I’m sorry we met under these circumstances, Freya. I can’t fully explain it but I feel drawn to you. Did you put a summoning spell on me?” He asks. “I don’t use summoning spells.” I scoff, rolling my eyes. ”They’re timing is unpredictable and I’d prefer not to have a random monster show up while I’m in my apartment. Although somehow you’ve found me anyway?”

“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

Or she’d get away. Any of those things could happen--and the last two would be really bad. Part of her was afraid to get the attack over with and know the result. Aside from that, she had a bad feeling in general. Joe usually wasn’t one to pay attention to premonitions. The day her mom had died, she hadn’t had a fucking clue that something bad was about to happen, so there was no reason for her to think that premonitions were really even a thing. But she didn’t have the best feeling going into this

he heard her trying to warn him. “No, please wait!” Then the image of her suddenly disappeared, he found himself standing at the edge of the window slab. He was having hallucinations or was that just another premonition, he was confused. His forehead was covered with cold sweat. He used his palm to wipe it but to his shock, he saw the bloodstain instead of sweat in his palm. He then blinked his eyes and saw that the bloodstain was gone. Do these premonitions have something to do with Deadrei’s situation, or these things are just mere hallucinations in his head? Was he getting mad? he thought to himself.

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.

Her eyes rolled back, and her body began to convulse. "Ava, no!" I rushed to her side, holding her trembling form. "What's happening?" Shirer's expression turned grave. "She's having a premonition. The pool's magic is showing her a glimpse of the future." Ava's body arched, her back bending in an unnatural position. Her eyes snapped open, revealing only whites. A low, keening wail escaped her lips.

You ever have those moments in life that feel like the calm before the storm? That’s what I’m realising yesterday was. Yesterday was filled with joy and celebration, but ever since I woke up this morning I’ve felt the clouds of impending doom lingering over me. Bad things are coming. Call it wolf senses, women’s intuition or whatever you like, but I can feel in my very bones that trouble is waiting for me just around the corner.

How might I battle against something I don't have the foggiest idea? I watch the haunting animal, at its shady structure and its dazzling red eyes. They are like lasers, tearing into me, holding onto my dread and intensifying it. My heart beats quicker as the alarming eyes squint, assurance in their profundities. Premonition races through my blood, representing what is to come.

She sighed, a long sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the entire day, and rested her head on my shoulder, her hair brushing my neck. “You know me so well.” “Yeah. I do.” I put my arm around her shoulders. “So talk.” She remained silent for a moment, her fingers playing with the hem of my shirt, twisting and untwisting the fabric. “Today was a strange day.” She began, her voice lower than before. “Since the moment I woke up, I felt something… a premonition. You know when you feel that something bad is going to happen, but you don’t know what?”

My Father belongs to this pack but my mother left me after he passed on. Dark clouds begin to surround the sky again. I sign on defeat, exhausted of the regular pattern. I can hear the sound of another heartbeat lurking around. My heartbeat increases rapidly as I approach the sound. I must be hallucinating or dizzy? Paying no heed to what I hear but this seems different. It gives me a dark feeling. I open the window,inspecting the area. I turn my back when I couldn't find anything,still feeling uncomfortable. My body turn cold. It is happening again but this time different.