Biblical Dream Book Novels & Stories

With a soft sigh, Aldric breaks away from me and excuses himself with a, “I’ll be right back.” I take the time to go through the closet in search of a leggings or jeans, anything that’s not a dress. “I told you to make a list,” Aldric says behind me. “I haven’t had time, yet, have I?” I turn away from the wardrobe to look at him. “Why can’t I hear you coming?” “I’m stealthy.” He holds up a big book. “Our bible.” “Vampires have a bible?” “Yes. We call it The Book. This one is translated into English and is somewhat incomplete, but it gets to the gist of things.” He sits on the couch and pats the seat next to him.

Mylan asked grabbing Ula by the shoulders so she could look into her face. “The Ocean God, he’s coming for me. He's looking for the book, but I can't let him take it. If we don't get everyone out of here now, you all will die.” Ula said, as she tried to stay focus. Mylan dropped her hands and just stare at Ula, she couldn't be talking about, the book. But as she looked at the fear in Ula's eyes, she knew Ula was telling the truth. It made sense because Warlus told them that the Ocean God was trying to find the missing pieces of the original bible written by the King of Kings himself.

As I slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, the remnants of the dream still clung to the edges of my consciousness like cobwebs in the corner of a forgotten room. The words of the beasts echoed in my mind, their voices hauntingly familiar yet shrouded in mystery. "Salvation," they had called me. "Bridge between two worlds." I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the lingering haze of the dream. What did it all mean? Why had the beasts chosen me? The questions swirled in my mind like leaves caught in a whirlwind, each one more perplexing than the last.

Elijah said, and I smiled up at him. "I am trying to know what I'm doing." I said , and made him shake his head. But at least he was smiling. "I can help out with the Norse books. "Elijah offered, "I have a couple of them I've collected over the years. Jason, you and I can check them out." "nice." That night, I put my experiment to work. I waited till Elijah had fallen asleep before I quieted my mind, and I slipped into a vision. In the vision, I saw Damien, his head bent over a book in what seemed to be a study.

“Don’t worry, I’ll learn. How hard can Dreamweaving be?” I nodded. “Then there’s no problem.” I pushed open the heavy doors, leaving a room of silent, guilty faces behind me. Walking down the cold corridor, one thought brought a smile to my lips. He didn't know the Blood Moon Awakening was only ten days away. And that the elders would only accept me, with my First-born blood, to lead it.

Inbetween the bodies, a little white paper dwelt. 1 Samuel 24:4 This is the day of which the Lord said to ME, "Behold, I will deliver your enemy into your hand, that you may do to him as it seems good to you" Xaver felt like he was in some sort of bad dream. He wanted to wake up. He needed to wake up and see Sreya beside him fast asleep. Weak, the little note slipped out of his hand as he trudged to the bed and sat down.

Flavius lays across the expanse of our bed Vega resting behind him. He grasps a book delicately between his fingers and he read its content. I help but let my eyes wander across his focused figure trying to commit the scene to memory. Midday light shown on his face lightening his deep brown eyes to almost amber. "I find it rather hard to focus with you staring so intently," Flavius mumbles never looking up from the book. I laugh laying at the foot of the bed.

She was sure he was in good hands, just not sure who his parents were by name but she knew they were rich and would love him. Perhaps, she thought, if he was with her he'd also be dead by now. She was happy for him. A thought rushed through her mind. She quickly took her phone and opened the bible app on it. She scrolled through and found a verse: Timothy 1:7; Lord, you have not given me the spirit of fear, therefore, I resist every form of fear that Satan may want to instill in me through this dream, in the name of Jesus. Fear, I bound you, I come against you, I cast you out of my mind and domain right now, in Jesus name.

She became shocked looking at the book and immediately pull her hand back. “Ouch. Why I feel a strong spark while touching this mysteriously giant book” Becky caress her hand which turns red with pain and asked. “It’s a Prophetic Gaze. It couldn’t be touch unless you have a key or permission to open it. This book stole from the Divine. This book will predict the future of war and peace. It will help you to know, what will happen in the future”. The lady explained. “Then we can know, whether Red moon will be disastrous or calamity for both realms” Becky excitedly asked.

“I doubt he’ll do that. I think he’ll worship her relentlessly. He might even end the war for her. This is leverage for the war.” I exhaled. “And a curse for our love life.” I turned to Micha and said: “Why don’t we go to the living book and stop speculating?” Micha said: “Fine then, let’s go.” We entered my room. I retrieved the book from the drawer and set it on the table. Dread coiled in me over what it would reveal. I prayed Micha’s theory was wrong. I pressed the book with a trembling finger. Instantly, golden light blazed from the book, and golden letters burned into view. The book said: