Sarah Vision Novels & Stories

“No, I just got you back. I am not risking you again. I won’t.” The seer’s gaze was gentle. “If there were another way, I would give it to you. I would put myself in her place. But the vision was clear. Sarah spoke. She said only she could end it. And Sarah cannot reach us from where she is. We must reach her.” The room felt smaller. The air was heavy. My heart pounded hard against my ribs. Fear coiled in my stomach. But there was something else there too. A slow but rising determination.

“I have her. Guys, I found her!” Several people rush toward her, but Ryan and I hang back. All around us, a city of tents clogs the Silverhide valley with hundreds of warriors milling about, huddled around fires. I watch Ryatt move toward Sarah, his arms crossed over his chest and eyes set on her face as her powers whirl around her, casting her in a pale violet glow that reflects off the snow. Neither of us speak. We wait, breathless, and watch Sarah’s powers dim. She gasps as her powers hit their limit, cut off like someone blowing out a candle.

Sarah asked all the questions at a time. "Yes. But he can't see you. What you see is what your future is like. Your home future and what your kids will look like." the werewolf goddess replied to her as she opened another door onto Sarah only for her to see herself breastfeeding her other male child. "Is that me? Wow…with a child? Can this come already? I'm tired of a battle, goddess. It feels like forever and I'm somewhere lying down not even sure if I'm going to make it or not." Sarah replied with tears in her eyes and as she looked up she saw Gabriel beside her and the baby she was carrying before he kissed her on her lips and the trance faded away.

Saris watched the ghosts circle the air. And then, quietly: “There’s only one way.” Saris stepped toward the breach. “Ari,” she said. “I wasn’t always wrong.” Ari nodded. “And Mira wasn’t always right.” Saris smiled bitterly. “She thought she could protect me from power. But she never understood we were the power.” She looked to the sky. “Her vision was too small. Mine too wide. But yours maybe yours can hold.” Ari’s voice trembled. “Then help me.”

The knife in Brigid's hand dripped red onto the marble floor. Ronan stood on the stairs above us, his hand clasped tightly with his twin brother Ewan's. They watched without moving, without speaking, as his mother had drove the blade deeper into my chest. But in the vision, it wasn't me bleeding out on the cold stone. It was Sarah. Her dark hair spread around her head like a halo, her eyes wide and frightened as the life drained out of them. The same death, the same betrayal, but with my friend taking my place.

I asked. “That isn’t what I said.” She said. “It’s exactly what this is.” I said. Saphire shook her head slowly and the sadness that flashed across her face for half a second somehow hurt worse than anger. “You’re not seeing this clearly anymore. And that’s dangerous.” She said quietly and her eyes locked onto mine with a certainty that made my chest tighten.

Or was it? No, this wasn't Delilah, Sarai acknowledged. This was something entirely different. Sarai extended her hand, attempting to take hold of Synora and free her from Visenya's grip. However, Visenya swiftly pulled Synora behind her, positioning herself as a protective barrier between her sister and their mother. Visenya's eyes blazed with an otherworldly fire, glowing with an intensity that defied all logic. The sheer power emanating from her sent a shiver down Sarai's spine—a power capable of consuming everything in its path.

“I told her to survive.” “And she did,” Sariyah agreed. “Without you.” The vision sharpened cruelly. I saw Ember’s face, not laughing now, but fierce, powerful. Shadows curled at her feet, fire burning black in her palms. She was unrecognizable, unreachable. “She doesn’t need saving anymore,” Sariyah said. “She has him. She has power. She has forgotten.” The vision shattered. I fell to my knees, my breath tearing from my chest. I gasped loudly trying to bring air into my lungs. “No,” I whispered. “She wouldn’t.”

"Help us understand what we're protecting you from." Sarah's hands twisted in her lap. "I can... see things. Not just the future, but possibilities. Every choice, every path that might be taken. And sometimes," she hesitated, "I can nudge those possibilities in certain directions." She was powerful, and our pack could use a person with this gift. Alex leaned forward, intrigued. "You can manipulate probability?" Sarah looked worried as she nodded. "Not exactly," Sarah's gift shimmered visibly for a moment, making the air ripple. "I see the threads of possibility, and I can sometimes... strengthen certain threads while weakening others. Make some outcomes more likely while making others fade."

A woman who carried the light of the world in her eyes. Over the last decade, Sarah had become like a pearl covered in dust, her brilliance forgotten by a world that only saw her as Arthur Vance's disgruntled wife. Looking at her now, Chloe realized that Yvonne Blue didn't even possess a fraction of Sarah’s grace or strength. But a cold fear tightened in Chloe’s chest. Sarah was blunt, honest, and brave—qualities that made her a hero, but made her vulnerable to a poisonous snake like Yvonne Blue. In a war of shadows and whispers, Sarah’s brightness might be the very thing Yvonne used to destroy her.