Premonition Novels & Stories

I was hopeful for the future. I couldn’t shake a nagging feeling that I needed to tell my mom something. “I had a premonition that something wasn’t right with you,” I attempted to explain my feeling. Mom looked at me quizzically. “We both know I’m not right in the head,” she laughed, “What is it?” I didn’t have an answer for her but desperately wished I had. “Maybe just go get a check-up,” I offered.

“I heard a rumor that some wolves have been seen going outside of the pack’s territory, in the remnants of the ancient pack that once existed to the south. I thought maybe this could be related to the prophecy.” “What prophecy?” asked Sarah. “There’s a prophecy saying that a darkness will awaken and bring despair to the pack and our family. It is believed that this prophecy could soon come true. So, we are trying to find more information about it before this ‘darkness’ awakens,” told her Zach. Sarah looked worried. “What kind of darkness?” she asks. “No one really knows.” I answered. “Hum that’s too bad,” Sarah starts, “because you see, there is this weird dream that I’ve been having ever si

“Yeah. So, I should probably start by telling you I am Moon Blessed. Well, both my sister and I are Moon Blessed, Joshua.” “Moon Blessed, how?” “We both have premonitions and can feel when trouble is coming our way. Last night, I had one of these premonitions. My sister did too. For whatever reason, it transmits to my mother, so she knows as well.” Dad interrupted. “This has been happening since Sable was pregnant with Jude and Jordyn. They have a connection that is really remarkable.” Uncle Jett then asked, “So the premonition…what was it?”

She strongly had the moment of dejavu. Or maybe it was her mind playing tricks in her. Ever since that last night with him, she'd started sensing him like some kind of premonition. He’d been appearing in her life in eerie synchronicity across the street from her job, in her dreams as though he'd been waiting for her and as though he knew she'd be there.

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.

I gagged, bile rising in my throat, and clutched my stomach as a wave of nausea rolled through me. “What...was that?” My voice trembled, the words barely escaping my dry, cracked lips. Aryna’s presence stirred in the back of my mind, her tone gentle yet laced with concern. “Was it a nightmare?” I shook my head weakly, the motion making me dizzy. “No,” I croaked, barely able to get the word out. “Not just a nightmare. A premonition.” I sat frozen for several moments, the weight of the fear suffocating. Though the details of the dream had already begun to slip away, the residual terror clung to me, gnawing at the edges of my sanity.

“Can you stop! This is not what I want to hear right now. Who is after my life and how did you find out about my identity?” Alicia slowly sat on the couch. She took a deep breath and then opens her mouth to speak. “Premonition, that’s how I got to know. Two days after your birthday party, I started having visions relating to who or what I touch. It started when I hugged my father. I experienced the past. His past as if I was there. As if it was reoccurring again. It was clear and real. Anything I touch in my house, I will have a flashback relating to what I touched.” Alicia cast her gaze at Lucas and invited him to sit because it’s gonna be a long story.

I hardly have slept for images of that dead girl and the fear of every noise. While I worry for him, I also fear him coming for me. Every sound or shadow cause me to lurch and jump. I have this feeling of an impending doom, like someone is out for me or going to betray me. Barima had told me once that before she got her premonitions, that she developed a strong paranoia, and that paranoia turned out to be advanced intuition. This does little to comfort me, only adding to my ever growing list of worries. Along with Noxodius possibly appearing out of nowhere.

I nodded without hesitation. "Until now, there has been no specialized knowledge that can explain the meaning of premonitions. So, if I experience that, I probably won't know what to do either, unless there's a clue?" she said flatly. And that flat remark made me turn to him. "Guidance?" He nodded without hesitation. "Like what?" I urged urgently. He sighed. "Perhaps, clues can be sought from what is happening, being experienced, or being felt." I fell silent for an instant.

As Darlene settled into the driver’s seat, she looked back at him through the glass. It was only a glance. Brief. Unreadable, but something about it unsettled him. Jonathan stood alone in the silent apartment, staring after the car. A strange feeling twisted low in his stomach. It wasn't fear or regret. It was something quieter. Something colder. An instinct that whispered only one word._Premonition.