A Court Of Dreams And Nightmares นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Still, I barely even paused before I turned to the Nightmare eyes, not even bothering to close my eyes as I surrounded them with my illusions. They would turn pure black when I used my abilities, so I closed my eyes so as not to scare anyone. I didn’t care about scaring whoever was watching us with those damned eyes. Actually, I can think of a lot worse things that I want to do to them. Instead, I watched as the Nightmare Eyes got overwhelmed by my illusions and smashed into each other. I didn’t bother to turn around the face the four of them, knowing I wouldn’t actually be able to leave once I saw Aiden.

WILLOW I have been having nightmares. Strange dreams where I’m being haunted. In my dreams, I am always running away from some faceless dark force and every single time, I end up underground, in a dark room, akin to a basement. Creepy as hell. Having these dreams have been sucking the strength out of my bones. They’ve definitely been a distraction, especially with all the exams I have to prep for.

I needed to be the Don. Slowly, the heavy weight of exhaustion finally pulled me under into the dark. But peace did not follow me into my sleep. THE DREAM In my dream, I am not thirty-five years old. I am a boy of fifteen again. I am standing in the grand courtyard of the villa, but the stones under my bare feet are not cool and gray. They are black, smoking, and covered in liquid fire. The sky above the mountain isn't dark or blue—it is a terrible, burning shade of blood-red, thick with heavy black smoke that chokes my throat.

"Deep down. Under the static." "Keep reading." Elion read. He read about the first time they cooked together. He read about the time Cale caught a glass before it hit the floor. He read about the way Cale looked at him when he thought Elion wasn't watching. "Entry 24," Elion read. "The Nightmares. Cale wakes up screaming. He dreams of fire. He dreams of drowning. But he never tells me why." Cale frowned. "Why didn't I tell you?"

"Do you have dreams? Nightmares, maybe?" The world seemed to tilt again. "What are you talking about?" "Dreams about running. About being chased. About someone calling your name." He was watching me intently now, and I could see something desperate in his eyes. "Dreams that feel more like memories." My blood went cold. Those were exactly the dreams that had been haunting me for years. Dreams I'd never told anyone about, not even Erin. Dreams where I ran through dark forests with something chasing me, where voices called my name in languages I didn't understand, where I woke up gasping and covered in sweat.

Sebastian because of an arrow, Natalie being stabbed in her stomach, Aiden's neck sliced open and Samantha being ambushed by a wolf. I wrung my hands as I looked at the trees, not ready to walk to the cliff. I knew the pack was under the threat of rogues and that a pack of rogues was threatening the pack but I didn't know that it was this bad. Was my dream trying to tell me that it was, in fact, this bad, that everyone I loved was in danger? Desperate for an answer, I slowly walked in the direction of the cliff. I desperately wanted to turn around and not get assaulted by another person dying, but I knew I had no control over these dreams.

“How do you know?” Raven’s eyes glowed faintly with reflected aurora. “Because she’s calling for me.” --- Global Dreamspace — Nightmare Bloom Shadows rose like smoke along the horizon, their forms shifting, trembling with human fear. Nightmares made manifest. Faces twisted by guilt. Memories stained by wounds. Traumas long buried clawing their way into the shared dream. Sophia stepped forward. “No — not like this.” The nightmares surged, not malicious, but desperate — the unprocessed pain of billions seeking release all at once.

Was it a dream? ***

“Yesterday afternoon, Denver called me into his office. On getting to his office, three men walked out. There was something about them, their scent was different. I thought they a part of us but not until Denver said they weren't. This leads to my dream. I found myself in an unknown place. This place was totally different from the Moon Night pack, it had this strange atmosphere. Then suddenly I began to hear voices, cries of people. So many people. Then somehow I wish I knew, I found myself running to where these voices were coming from. It was in a cave. I saw men, women and children, they were locked up like slaves. And in this dream, I saw those three men that came to Denver's office. The

Eyes. Not normal ones. Not human ones. The kind of eyes that see through you. The kind that remember your scent, your heartbeat, the exact rhythm of your breath. They weren’t everywhere, but they were enough. I shook it off. Told myself I was being paranoid. That maybe the bond with Jude had made me too sensitive. Or maybe the dreams were bleeding into my real life. Because the dreams… They were getting worse. They started normal enough. Blurry. Confusing. Then sharper. Vivid. I would be walking through a forest of glass trees or drowning in black oceans. I’d see fangs. Fire. A throne made of bones. Always from a distance.