Psychic Lady Novels & Stories

She added and all Alicia could do was nod. "Once you return, there will be so much uproar, maintain a calm aura. Don't act scared, nervous or anxious. Just tell them you needed to clear your head". The lady concluded and Alicia nodded. "Who are you?" Alicia asked softly. "Your guardian angel". The lady winked. 'Ghosts do wink'. Alicia thought to herself. "Thank you". Alicia mouthed softly and the lady smiled before disappearing spontaneously, just as she had come. MEANWHILE IN THE DEMON REALM

I only needed to fill in a few gaps. Rosalie asked for our empty teacups so that she could read the leaves. Within minutes she was naming Lady Margaret Jane Chapman, high priestess and scoundrel as the witch attached to the evil vampire, Lord Rufus Elizabeth. I was amazed at how the names came pouring forth, since I hadn’t mentioned them and I didn’t think Isabelle had either. If anything, this woman was an excellent psychic! That wasn’t always the case. Just because someone practiced magic, it didn’t mean they had the sight. I wondered if she was as good a magician as she was a seer.

I said with veiled disgust as I pushed my chair back and stood up. “Humph,” the indignant woman snorted as hands with red nails that looked almost claw-like grabbed her money and haphazardly shoved it into her oversized designer knockoff handbag. Leaping out of her chair with obvious indignation, she snipped, “I’ve never heard of a psychic with morals.”

"Hahaha! What can you do to me? You can't handle a low spirit like that woman, but you wanted to banish me from this place?!" Suddenly, the incubus fly towards him and in a blink of an eye, he already stand an inch in front of Alka and whispered on Alka's ear, "You're just a psychic, who invites spirits and demons like us to get to you. But I'm not greedy to take over your body and soul for myself." Alka pushed Lascivia away, "So you think I'm weak to throw you out?" "Aren't you?" Lascivia snapped his finger and Alka can't move a finger at all in an instant.

A good one but a crazy one to even pretend as an escort girl just to close her case that fast. Definitely crazy. And here I thought na nakakita n'ako ng P.I ko, pero sya rin pala ang investigator na'yon? Of all P.Is, ito pa talaga 'yong pinakamagaling and that bloody woman had even dared to decline my offer to work for me! At kahit anong blackmail pa ang gawin ko rito, hindi parin talaga ito natinag. Stubborn cold woman! Everyone would've run to me just to get that job but that woman was nothing like that.

Zachary did not need Liberty’s help but Liberty was someone who could not sit idly, so she went ahead and helped out in the kitchen. While holding Serenity’s hand, Grandma May chatted with her. In the end, Grandma May said, “That psychic is brilliant. As I said, those words aren’t meant to just comfort you. Look, they’re true, aren’t they?” Serenity grinned and responded, “Yes, yes. The psychic is an expert. He’s skillful.”

she said, shaking her head. “Actually it does,” Arya said. “While I was in the Oracle, there was a scientist who worked for them; Mathias Scoffield. He researched mostly the mind of wolves and he theorized that there was something called the psychic pool,” she paused and let the word sink in. “It is a collection of the residual mental energy that we leave when we actively think of something. He claims if that pool his big enough, it can affect reality in itself.” “And does he have an example of this?” Beatrice asked.

A sheen of cold sweat broke out on her forehead as she fought back with pure, disciplined intellect. The old fox spirit sighed, a sound like dry autumn leaves rustling on stone. She raised her wrinkled, age-spotted hands, and for a fleeting moment, a faint, ethereal red light flickered in her ancient, cunning eyes. She didn't launch a psychic attack. Instead, with the grace of a master calligrapher, she wove an intricate, complex pattern in the air with her fingers. In the psychic realm, she was constructing a breathtakingly elegant defense around Katherine’s mind: a Menger sponge of memory, a fractal maze of infinite, looping corridors and logical fallacies.

Both of us were soaked. Seeing that I had also been splashed, the villager hurried forward, intending to apologize. However, the moment he looked at me, he fell silent as he stared in shock. I paused for a moment before realizing something was wrong. My heart sank. Sure enough, Aldric’s gaze shifted back and forth between Rosalind and me. “The Princess’s mark on her forehead washed away with the water, but Lady Leanora’s makeup faded… and revealed a real birthmark! Lady Leanora… She is the true Chosen One!”

As she took a step forward, ready to fight, inducers were fired into her body to make her sleep. She turned her eyes toward her gang, trying to fight the sleep. Anger rose as she was about to lose control. Then another inducer pierced her body. She fell. Before she hit the ground, they pushed a floater toward her. Silence followed as her eyes closed, breaths controlled, bodies shaking with fear. Someone whispered, “She’s a psychopath. Don’t you know her nickname?” Another followed, “She’s called The Psycho Queen.” “Damn! Who’s gonna carry her now? Absolutely not me,” a bald man said. “That girl terrifies me. I can’t get over when she flipped me over. Even unconscious, she’s scary.”