Psychic Bellevue Novels & Stories

“We can settle for just including their dates of death.” “...What if she doesn’t remember her victims' faces?” Xavier questioned. “You know that is a possibility.” Clara had assumed that Beckah would remember who she had killed in her quest to feed Azrael with souls, but Xavier had a point. Some people just didn’t remember people they had bullied. She had read that some high school bullies could meet their victims again and never remember bullying them. Beckah’s mind had to be warped due to her psychopathic ways. There was a chance she wouldn’t recognise photos of her past victims.

“They’ll lead you where you need to go.” I left the shop in a daze, the bell jingling softly behind me as I stepped back into the cool afternoon air. My mind was spinning, my thoughts a tangled mess as I tried to make sense of everything the psychic had just said. None of it made sense. It sounded like hogwash, and yet… I glanced down at the cash in my hand, wondering why she might lie and then refuse payment. I shook my head, running a hand through my hair as I leaned against my car. This was ridiculous. I was a grown man, an Alpha, and yet here I was, letting some psychic witch fill my head with nonsense.

I refused to accept that. I wasn’t going to lose him. I couldn’t. He was mine, and I wasn’t letting go. I kept repeating to myself—Sebastian was right. These mystics, these so-called psychics, they just preyed on people’s emotions for quick cash. It was all one big show. It had to be. That’s what I told myself. Over and over. But even as I tried to convince my brain, my heart wasn’t buying it. Not entirely. Because deep down... something had shifted. And I couldn’t shake the chill that crept under my skin.

Beverly confessed, her voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. She looked into Alice's eyes, searching for reassurance and understanding. Alice placed a comforting hand on Beverly's shoulder, her expression empathetic. "Tell me everything, Beverly. What have you been experiencing?" Beverly took a deep breath, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Ever since I woke up from this short sleep, I've been feeling different. It's hard to explain, but there's this power within me, like an energy that's awakened. I don't know where it's coming from or what it means."

Alison said, not noticing my total lack of control, "how exactly do you know this? Silly us, we all thought Suzanne OD'd on something she couldn't handle and was hallucinating. Ghosts are a new theory." Part of me wanted to smack Alison for being such a smart ass, but Pain was more than able to take care of herself. "Because," she said to the former cheer squad leader, "my grandmother is a psychic." She let it sink in before adding the smug kicker. "And so am I." I almost jumped I was so focused on what she said. Was it true? "Really?" Beth seemed truly fascinated as she leaned closer, eyes wide, total focus on our Goth friend.

In just two years, he had expanded the Jenkins Group's business globally, and his decisions had never been wrong. At that moment, Carl's fingers paused slightly on the table. The red prayer beads on his wrist suddenly trembled without warning, the beads colliding with a faint buzzing sound. A subtle yet distinct wave of causality, like a stone cast into a calm lake, precisely entered his mind. Carl's narrow phoenix eyes narrowed, a glint flickering in their depths. His psychic sense followed the wave of causality to its source, instantly locking onto Mount Sinai Hospital, where his mark was imprinted deep within Amelia's soul. At this moment, it was being entangled by a dense aura of karmic

I didn't want Karen waiting on something that could never be. "Now, are you going to tell me what's bothering you? You have been coming here a lot lately and you always have this melancholic look on your face... Sometimes it looks like you're contemplating murder" "It's nothing," I said, shaking my head. "It's probably nothing, I am just being paranoid" "If you have a problem with Belshar, just talk to him, okay? He's not psychic to know what's going on in your head." I met his gaze and narrowed my eyes at him. "Are you advising me or yourself"

" asked Dereus " Do you smell that?" asked the psychic while sniffing the air around her " smell what?" " it smells, it smells like heaven" " what the..." the psychic than started running in the direction of the smell and that's when it happened both of them opend the door at the same time " mate" Dereus was looking weirdly at the psychic and his son " oh my" says Kaya and Bella who where in the same room as Draco and Celea while the psychic opened the door

I looked out the window to the night life of Alberta till we were driving into Hamiliton. ‘Beck?, I whispered and he answered. ‘That day in school, why did you come to me for help’, I asked. ‘I mean only TB kinda believes in my powers and nobody else. Why do you believe in them?’ ‘Well, I have heard all your predictions and they had come true. People just pass it to be coincidental but I had to look into the possibility of it and people are actually born with such powers’, he said. I fell a hair stand on my neck and I closed my eyes, fast flashes of a face and a moving car appeared in a quick trance and then vanished. I jumped and held Beck hand that was fixed on the gear.

He was going to bring Blackwell down through her. He’d rattled her before, had taken her paintings. She’d come close to breaking. He would push her as hard and as far as he needed to, to finish the job. His phone rang. Always hoping for a lead, he took the call. Then wished that he hadn’t. “Hi, this is Dr. Beacon,” the shrink Bing had sicced on him at the hospital said on the other end. “I’m in the middle of something.” “We need to make an appointment.” “How about I call you back?” “That’s what you said the last time.” “I really don’t have any problems.”