Novel & Cerita A Court Of Dreams And Nightmares

"Nik calls them the 'jump'— when my dream would change to another dream. It does feel like jumping for me. So far, the most jumps I had in one night are six. Usually, I'd just get three jumps, or two when I'm lucky. The more jumps I do, the sicker I feel in the morning. So, that time I had five jumps a night, I felt like dying in the morning." Eli went on. "Nik and Noah gave my dreams names. The white room, the free fall, the graveyard, the horde, the dark side, and the beach. In the white room, I'm trapped inside a room that's white everywhere, with no doors or windows. No matter how much I scream, no one can hear me. And then a door will somehow eventually appear, and then I will go throug

he smiled sadly at me. His eyes were fixed on me. I didn't respond to him. If this is one of my hallucanation, relentless dreams then fine it'll fade tommorow. But this one wasn't. I feel not, the way he looked at me sent shivers down my spine. Like he really knows me, and I'm not. "It's okay… I understand it," "Riri ..." he whispered as his images fade away. My heart etched with so much ache as I opened my eyes. Alforo's eyes widened at me. Watching me curiosly, with bloodshot eyes. So did mine, and it didn't help what I saw on my dreams. It's someone who keep appearing through my nightmare.

Chapter 4: The Forest of Faded Dreams By the time the court werewolves had set up camp in a mossy clearing near the heart of the forest, Cory was ready to collapse of tiredness and hunger. She hardly noticed that Hayden was shyly avoiding her gaze or that when her back was turned, he followed her with his blue eyes. It was night by then. The crescent moon cast silver light over the campsite. The surrounding trees were covered in sparkling dew. Cory could hear the soft chirping of crickets as she lay on her cot in her tent. As tired as she was, she could barely lie still or shut her eyes for more than a moment. She kept tossing and turning and every minute of sleep was filled with the roaring

Back then, my head was full of love, like a dream made of cotton candy. Who could have guessed that I would return here three years later—not in a wedding dress, not hand in hand with him, with smiles on our faces, but quietly moving through empty aisles. Jason didn't say a word. He just watched as I wandered through the church. His eyes darkened, as if finally understanding something. To be honest, he looked worse than I did. He was so skinny that he looked bony, his face was ghostly pale, and he was so frail that a gust of wind could knock him over.

Lyanna said, her voice soft but firm, “Tell me what’s going on. What exactly have these dreams been like?” I rubbed my hands over my face, exhaustion taking over as I relived the nightmare that had plagued me once again. “It’s always the same,” I murmured, my voice hoarse. “I’m standing in a dark room, and Dorian’s there—his voice echoing in my mind. He keeps telling me I’ve lost everything, that my empire is falling apart. But it’s not just him. There’s something else, someone else. I don’t know who or what it is, but it feels like they’re controlling me. Watching me. Making me question everything.”

Caitlyn's POV The dreams started creeping back in, and this time, they weren't about the Prime Wolf. No, this was something older, something deeper, something that stirred in the shadows of my mind. I saw ruins—crumbling structures long forgotten by time. I heard whispers, foreign and ancient, speaking in tongues that made my skin prickle. And always, there was a throne, made of ashes and bone, sitting in the center of it all. I woke from one such dream with a sense of unease. It wasn't fear, not exactly, but something close—something that warned me. These weren’t just memories. These were messages. A reminder, perhaps, of something buried beneath everything we thought we had finished with.

"What's that dream?" His eyes darkened dangerously. I should be scared, but it was sexy. "A man like me can't have dreams as sweet as yours. My dreams are called nightmares. They are always filled with torment, and when I wake up, there's an ache that won't go away till I find what I seek, and you want to know what I seek, doll?" I nodded eagerly, paying so much attention. "Chaos." Came his response. How could one man be so beautiful and crazy at the same time? Again, the thought crossed my mind.

Damien could read her mind so what if he's aware? She shut her eyes and tried to drift to sleep. Barely thirty minutes into her sleep, she heard loud howls. Like a group of wolves were being attacked or howling out for signal. The noise came out in loud repititions and she shut her ears hard with her palms and shut her eyes tight too. Garwin had ensured he'd give them a brutal death. She refused to think to that direction. “I forgot to tell you that we werewolves can be rebirthed. I'll be back for you fuckmate.” She heard Damien's voice inside her head and screamed loudly.

They needed to understand this, to find reasons and then only they could save themselves. They talked for a while, just random things before Art opened a book, with a title: Dreams and Nightmares. Interpret the impossible by one Godolfin Garriette. "Here... oh, it is said when two people are fated – or ill-fated – together by something greater than the power of the worlds, sometimes, as a premonition, an omen, they would dream the same dreams – in our case it is nightmares and ill-fated." He wrote whatever she read and looked at the book.

Two souls tangled for centuries, now standing at the edge of their last chance. But no amount of training kept the nightmares away. Every night, Lena slipped into dreams of other lives old faces, forgotten places, the shadow of loss clinging to her like a second skin. And with each night, the dreams pressed in darker, heavier, until she woke gasping and drenched in sweat. And every night, Damien was pulled into them against his will. He arrived at her door again on the seventh night, shirt half-buttoned, sweat beading across his temple, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths.