Blank Dream Novels & Stories

I grab the changing bag and launch it at Damien. Charging past him, I race out of the bedroom and down the stairs, coming to a complete stop on the bottom step. There in the doorway was someone who looked exactly like me, except the eyes. Her eyes are brown. She smiles and shoves her hand out as Dane steps back. “You are Neah, right. I’m Blair.” I keep my mouth closed. Six months it had taken her to get here, but she doesn't sound anything like what Damien had described. He had said she was all in leather. Heals like a stripper. I had to look that up because I hadn’t known what he meant.

My vision blurred. And then—darkness.

Even as the dream blurred into dark fog, the taste of her dominance lingered sweetly in her mind. Amelia’s world blurred into wild dreams and dark chaos. She felt Gabriel and Lucas pulling her between those worlds, dragging her from imagined bliss to brutal reality as the temple collapsed. "Can you hear us?" Their voices splintered through the confusion as she snapped into consciousness. Her eyes flared open, vision swimming, as fragments of her fantasy mingled with the scene around her. Her body trembled with urgency and need. "I was… commanding you,” she whispered, reaching out to touch their faces. A surge of disoriented longing pulsed through her as they pulled her to safety.

While Eden planned her grand proposal and made plans for their future across town, Liam arose from his limbo at last and struggled to open his eyes. For a terrifying second or two, he thought he was dead or blind or both, and he panicked, his heart racing out of control when he moved his head side to side, and he still couldn't see jack shit. "Calm down," he told himself. "This is all a bad dream. Just a bad dream. You're not blind."

Beta Liam "Beta! Beta Liam wake up!" The darkness starts fading out but everything is still blurry, I can hear faint voices in the background but I can't place who they belong to. "Beta Liam, can you hear me?" I start to regain my focus and blink my eyes to try and clear my sight.

“Is everything okay?” “It’s… weird, is all,” Cameron said as he slid the plate of pancakes onto the table before her and drizzled it with maple syrup. “You haven’t had any… unusual dreams?” Talen asked her as he took the seat to her left with a cup of microwaved blood. Aislen worried her bottom lip with her teeth. How to answer that question? “My dreams have been…” She had dreamed that she was walking in a place with gleaming not-water that did not make her wet, somewhere that echoed hollowly and was so large that all she could see was an endless stretch of the not-water shifting with undercurrents of light.

The room was bathed in moonlight, shadows dancing against the walls like specters. Lila stirred within me, her presence comforting. "That was intense," she remarked with concern. I nodded, the dream still fresh in my mind. "It felt so real," I whispered, the words heavy in the air. Lila nudged closer, her warmth soothing against the night’s chill. "Sometimes, the line between dreams and reality blurs," she mused softly. I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of the truth. "I just want to know the truth," I confessed, a whispered plea into the empty night.

Our souls were bonded, but even the strongest of connections waver under incredible stress. A knowing light danced in his eyes, dappled with hints of magic. “You really have to stop pulling these all-nighters. It may not be often, but we do need sleep eventually.” Draco huffed impatiently, “Yes, Draco, I haven’t forgotten. Where is Blakely, pray tell? She wasn’t in her room this morning.” I pushed my fingers into my eyes until the cobwebs cleared from my head. “So, that’s her name. Why am I not surprised to hear you using it?”

I sighed, letting the silence fill the room again, wondering if we would ever be the same. I fell asleep and had a dream. The dream was so vivid that when I opened my eyes, for a moment I thought I was still in it. I saw the scene with unbearable clarity: Bright standing, the moon illuminating his silhouette, and Dante in front of him with a look I had never seen. There was fury in his eyes, a rage so deep it chilled my blood. I heard the sharp sound of a blow, then a metallic flash. Bright fell to his knees, a red shadow spreading beneath him. I screamed his name, but no sound came out. Dante lifted his gaze and looked directly at me, with a coldness that wasn’t human, and then Bright stopp

Or maybe it was because she didn't want to be dragged off like that other man. “Okay, Well I guess I should first start by telling you I am blind, but though I am blind, I can still see things. My ability allows me to see these things I call strings, and I can use these strings to do anything with anyone I choose. May I ask why you are asking these questions, Nightmare Master?” Asking him outright would probably upset him; however, everything I do upsets him, so why should I hold back? He was silent for a moment, and I thought he was going to make up some excuse.