Who Feels It Knows Novels & Stories

LUKA Do you believe in superstition? God? Or the man made belief that we could predict the future or know when something is wrong in the present? Some call it gut instinct. You know that feeling you get when something bad wants to happen, a premonition for either good or bad, mostly bad. That anxious nagging feeling that never goes away even when you ignore it, and will probably cost you when you successfully do. Something was wrong. I can feel it deep in my bones.

As I was looking at her, she stopped playing and looked at me. She pointed at me and began to say, "Mama... Who?" Being baffled by her statement, I turned, "Wha-" Before I could say anything, the darkness consumed me as I lost my consciousness falling into the abyss... Lawrence POV:- Ever since I left home, I felt some uneasiness inside me. Like my heart is beating fast from dread and I can't focus on anything. A strange feeling like something bad is going to happen. I can't shake this feeling, it's indicating that something bad is going to happen.

Nothing was simple anymore. Kael stepped closer again. “Talk to me,” he said. Not a command, a request. I glanced at him, then back at the temple. “It knows me,” I said. The words felt strange as soon as I said them, not because they were uncertain, but because they were too simple for what I was feeling. Kael didn’t respond immediately. He studied me carefully, measuring. “Everything here reacts to you,” he said. I shook my head slightly. “Not like that.”

“That wasn’t just an attack.” My stomach twisted. “It was recognition.” Everything inside me went still. Recognition…? “What does that mean?” I whispered. “It means,” he said slowly, carefully choosing his words, “that whatever that thing is… it knows you. Or at least, it knows what you are.” My chest tightened. “That’s not possible…” “Isn’t it?” I shook my head, stepping back slightly. “No. I would know. I would feel something like that.” “You are feeling it,” he said quietly.

"You knew?" "Not exactly knew," he said, with the precision of someone who valued accuracy. "I felt it. When he was there at the rocks. Something felt—" he paused, searching for the word with the focused effort he brought to language when ordinary words weren't quite right. "Familiar," he said. "Like when you find a rock you've never seen before but it feels like one you already know." I pressed my fingers flat against the table. "Are you okay?" I said.

He just waited. “I can feel them,” I said. The words felt wrong in my mouth. Too heavy. “Not physically.” A breath. “But… present.” “Who,” Rex asked. I didn’t answer right away. Because I wasn’t sure. “Not all of them are the same.” That was true. Some felt sharp. Cold. Calculating. Others were distant, like stars watching. And one , One felt different. Closer and Aware. My breath hitched. Rex noticed instantly. “What.”

“it feels the same way to us as well.” “did the others tell you that?” “I know they feel it. something connects us all. I can feel them when they don’t agree on something or when they do. it's mystical but we ride with it.” Interesting. “is it like a chord or a tug?” He is silent his eyes searching mine. “it is, how do you know that?” I feel it too. Especially right now, I can feel the cord threading between us. “no reason, just a curious question.”

It still caught me slightly off guard each time because it was so different from the version of him I had been given at the beginning. I turned to him “No.. nothing really” “Really?” One of his brows raised now “Well, it's just… I feel something. Strong” He said, "What do you feel?" I looked at the land around us and tried to find honest words for it. "Like something here knows me," I said. "Not the way a person knows a person. More like the place holds a shape of something that once belonged to it and can feel that shape coming back." I stopped. It sounded strange out loud. "That does not make sense I know."

“Did you feel it?” My breath shivered. “Feel what?” “That card last night.” His hand slid into my hair. “That name. That letter. That spotlight.” I closed my eyes. “Yes.” His grip tightened. “Tell me.” “I felt… known,” I said. “Like whoever is behind this doesn’t just want to kill me. They know me. They’ve been watching. Waiting. Like they always meant for this moment to come.” Zach pulled back, his eyes burning with fury that didn’t belong to any man—only to a monster made of love.

"How do you feel about it? Actually feel. Not the managed version." I looked at the unread page in my lap. Outside the library window the garden was still and white and Theo was doing a slow circuit of the far wall with his hands still in his pockets. "Like it explains everything and complicates everything simultaneously," I said. "Like I was already most of the way there without knowing what there was and now I know and it doesn't feel like new information exactly. It feels like information I already had that finally has a name." "That's not terrifying," Jamie said quietly. "That's actually beautiful."