A Midsummer Night's Dream Novels & Stories

And so, in the embrace of the Violet Moon's ethereal light, Miguel and Part 2 In the depths of the night, as the moon cast its ethereal glow upon the slumbering world, Zelda found herself immersed in a vivid and haunting dream. In this nocturnal realm, she stood amidst a throng of lupine figures, their forms obscured by long flowing garments that billowed in the wind. The air crackled with an otherworldly energy, and Zelda felt a mixture of awe and trepidation coursing through her veins. Amidst the eerie tableau, Miguel, her beloved husband, appeared before her, holding a chalice filled with a mysterious liquid. His eyes, usually filled with warmth and tenderness, seemed distant, almost ethe

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

In the midst of the night's quietude, the new character finds themselves immersed in a dream unlike any they've experienced before. Within this dream, visions unfold of a world bathed in ethereal magic, captivating their senses with glimpses of heroic figures and faraway realms. An inexplicable yearning tugs at their heartstrings as they awaken, leaving the resonance of the dream's echoes to linger like a haunting melody.

The night was a sanctuary where dreams took flight, where imaginations soared, and where the echoes of stories past and future mingled in a tapestry of love and wonder. Amidst the beauty and magic of the dream realm, Mama Hazel knew that she was on the threshold of new adventures, new tales, and new possibilities waiting to be explored. The night was a canvas where dreams painted their own masterpieces, where hearts spoke in whispers, and where the promise of storytelling wove its enchanting spell.

“Kendric, were you dreaming again? You mumbled something about midnight and were shouting my name at one point. What was it?” “Yes, did you? Did you see that dream?” Our gazes meet as we look at each other in confusion. “Were you on a bridge in the middle of the woods?” She asks, a puzzled expression crossing her features. “Yes, but how do you know that?” Then it all hits me. “So you saw it, too? Now you understand why I called out your name.” She nods. “Midnight is an important part of all this, but I don’t understand. For a while, things were quiet, but it looks like the dreams are coming back and trying to piece things together for us.”

It wasn't long before she found out that she could read everything despite very slowly. It was a poem, which read as follows: 'It was the Coming of the Midnight Sun, A daughter of the Sacred Wood, Lay in a chamber of the House of the Moon, And thus shall wither like a dying star Til the touch of a virgin at dawn.'

It was a thick volume with ornate gold lettering on the spine: Magic of the Four Kingdoms. Magic. Cerus. I pulled it free, the leather smooth and cool against my palm. Something in my chest soured. It felt as if I was a child again, hiding from my mother to avoid her retort. I looked toward the doors, blowing out a stream of air, when I noticed that the guards were standing outside. Flipping the book open, I scanned the pages, my heartbeat quickening. Images of wolves, dragons, bats, and eagles filled the pages, each drawn alongside men who stood in the same positions.

I closed my eyes and chanted the spell that would take us both to our dreamland. ******************************************************* As soon as I opened my eyes and moved out from behind a tree, I saw her standing there in the clearing. She seemed shocked that she was once again back in her dreamland. I waited patiently for her to call out or make any sound. Her long brown hair was loose around her shoulders and flying around her body every time she would spin in a circle, and the white nightdress she wore didn’t leave much to the imagination. “Nico! I know this is your doing.” She was very perceptive. Not wanting her to wait any longer, I slowly made my way over to her.

Wondering what it was, I opened my eyes to see a headless Ben hugging me. I screamed and screamed and pushed him away and continued screaming. His body fell to the floor close to his pool while his head was already floating in the pool. I screamed again and again until I screamed out of my sleep. I jumped up on my bed, clutching my chest tightly. I looked around and realised I was in my room with Lily who was now awake due to my scream. "What's wrong Martha?" She asked worried and a little scared "I had a nightmare" "Its okay, its just a dream" she said, her little voice somehow calming my nerves. I watched her lay down again and closed her eyes.

Placing one elbow on railing she directly look up at moon. It's her almost daily routine . Whenever she sleep early this happen she wake up at mid night hyperventilating because of those nightmares. Her biggest fear of life. She never tell this to anyone not lilly not even her mom know. Why? She had not idea. Whatever she is seeing is just out of her head. The persons, that screams, and that golden brown eyes. Even the thought of it bought goosebumps on her body. Who are they she don't know?