Angel Of Dreams Novels & Stories

Angel Angel groaned as the music from his sister's radio blared in through his open bedroom door. He was having the best dream ever all about Sarah. It was so real: her beautiful eyes, her lips; he could even taste them. Who knew how far the dream may've gone. He frowned, listening to the music that interrupted his fantasies. His sister Sofia was only sixteen, but she'd recently discovered The Beatles and was blasting their music every chance she got. To top it off, the blow dryer was roaring.

‘You really need to start sticking up for yourself’ My ass of a wolf says with a yawn as she slinks off to snooze. I can feel her energy leaving my body and I feel weak ready to pass out, my legs start to shake and wobble. “I got you Angel” Aries whispers as he scoops me up into his arms. My head feels dizzy and I feel it roll back onto Aries shoulder. Then it goes black, but not for long, I am pulled into the dreams I have been having since I arrived here.

“I told you not to do those reckless things. It wasn't imagination, Angela. It was real.” A frown appeared between her brows as memories of the dream resurfaced. Then a smile slowly curved her lips. Her mother. The angel in her dream had been her mother all along. “You think you are loosing yourself into the imagination, but it’s always a reality.” Angela looked up at him. “So you were always there,” she whispered. “My protector.” Her gaze softened and she leaned her face down before kissing his chin. “And thank you, Gideon. For saving this troublesome girl again. I couldn't thank enough my mother and moon goddess for blessing you as my mate.”

His voice bore both balm and affliction. 'You populated my dreams ere you graced my reality. In youth, you appeared—ebony hair, emerald gaze, and that resplendent smile. My Angel.' My chest constricted, assaulted by memories. His every utterance triggered recollections. Real or ethereal, I could not discern. The piano, the blossoms, that tranquil river. 'Angel,' his endearment echoed my dreams. My throat constricted, eyes reopening to meet his azure gaze. Those eyes of his ensnared me.

"Impossible. She's clearly my Arden…" Running into Wayne had been an accident. I was about to whisper to Vincent that we should leave when Wayne blocked us again, refusing to give up. His eyes locked onto mine, unwavering. "You are Arden, aren't you? Arden, are you still mad at me? Is that why you won't admit who you are? I was miserable when you disappeared. Please, I'm sorry, alright? As long as you forgive me and come home with me, I swear I'll never lie to you again…" His eyes turned red as he pleaded, looking utterly broken.

Mum offered “Yes please, tea would be nice” Angel replied as she graciously sat opposite them, and I followed suit We sat for a few hours just having a general chat, Angel was interested in my parents love story, how they tried to stay away from each other initially to focus on my sister but the pull was too strong. “When I met Damon in the woods, I felt complete. I don’t know why but I had been dreaming of that moment before it even happened” Angel admits “You didn’t tell me about that, I had the same sort of dream!” I informed her

A silence would form, with only rain to fill the void, but my reins were not under control. — Your house has almost no windows... Are you a vampire? — I whispered. — I don't think so, Angel. He looked at me lying on the bed, covered by his sheets and dressed in his clothes. He didn't seem to mind. — I like it when you call me Angel... In his voice it seems to sound more...—I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and losing myself in my reasoning. — I don't know...

The voice yelled in anger as my body vibrated and the ground shook. A freeze occurred, breath hitching in my throat as a strong wind blew in. Disbelief took hold at the sight: my mate with a rod pierced in the chest, body drenched in blood, eyes bulging from their sockets, legs bound in chains, and neck gruesomely split. Angel! I woke up with my body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily like I just ran a marathon. But, this was worse than any marathon. Since Angel's disappearance, I've had different dreams, but this happened to be the worst. It felt so real; I still have goosebumps even minutes after waking into reality.

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

However, it didn’t stop the vivid dreams. They came back stronger by the minute, detailing how he pushed her against the wall and how he kissed the skin of her neck. Her hand subconsciously grazed the places his lips had touched. Her breath became heavy and for a moment, she thought she couldn’t breathe. All these years, she had endured not having sex even after she was long married but now, her whole body ached to be touched; to be tortured sweetly under Will and be penetrated by him. Remembering his kisses made a moan escape her lips. For a moment, her hands began to reach for the moist flesh between her legs, seeking satisfaction and release.