Bleeding Mouth Dream Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I think I just had a vision.” Finn draws his eyebrows together “What was the vision?” I again shake my head, not wanting to recall the visual I had just witnessed in my sleep. “Uh, screaming, blood. Lots of blood and smoke. There was a big bang…” “Like an explosion?” Xander asks, glancing at me again through the mirror.

Next second, one of them snarled and dug his fangs into Damon's face. “Noooooooo!” I yelled helplessly where I was tied. As the rogue raised his face, Damon’s blood dripped from the corners of his mouth. “Noooooo!” I jumped up, panting heavily. “It's a dream…only a dream…” I gasped, realizing everything that just happened was a nightmare. This was the second time I was having this same dream. It scared me so much because I knew my dream had never failed to come to pass. For it to reoccur meant it was bound to happen sooner than later.

Blonde places her ni**les in my mouth, and I caught my breaths quickening as I suckled. As if that is not enough, I felt a mouth closing in on my d**k, without wasting any time on the head, she deep-throated me at once. Her teeth slashing into my flesh in the rush. I let out a yelp and sat up instantly, as if I suddenly woke up from unconsciousness. My eyes scanned the strange surrounding. Nothing in it seemed familiar. I shoved off the blankets on my hip and found myseld naked. "Oh!" I gasped, my eyes popping out in shock, as realization struck me- "it wasn't a dream!" I yelped, "this is fu*ked up," I groaned bitterly.

I staggered backward, hitting something, and one hand shot out for the bedpost, gripping it hard. I-I couldn't see anything. I blinked rapidly, thinking it was some sort of dream, but still nothing. I blinked again, but all I could see was white, blinding, useless white, and then I felt something warm trickling down my nose to my upper lip. I froze, reaching up slowly, and my fingers touched a thick liquid dripping down my lips that tasted like copper. My nose was bleeding. “FUCK!” I bellowed, rage and shock mixed with a little bit of fear filling me as my body shook.

My lips. Lips. The dream flashed back to me. I quickly stood up to check my lips in the vanity mirror. I couldn’t tell if they were just red or swollen. I was sitting in the corner of the bed, feeling parched. I got up to open the door when it unexpectedly swung open. My whole body went still. "Breakfast?" he asked with a grin. Yes. It was all just a dream; Damian hadn’t really been in my room. Right? I yawned and smiled, then walked past him, "Sure, did you just get back?"

My parents appeared in my dream and i woke up crying so hard. Thank Goodness i wasn't loud enough to wake anyone up. I choked while i tried to calm myself down. The soreness from the previous night was still present and it made everything worst. I ran to the bathroom and threw up everything i had eaten into the toilet. I rinsed my mouth and drank some water to help stop the tingling in my mouth. I slowly walked back to my bed and pulled the blanket over my head. The tears didn't seem to stop flowing. My pillow became damp with tears.

Her voice came back to her, and she blurted out what she had been thinking, “What are you doing in my house?” In a very calm, deep voice, which was soothing and lacked any aggression or destress, “I saw you in my vision and in my dream, just like this. I came here to check on you and found you on the floor. You were unconscious and needed immediate attention, just like my dream and vision. I provided you some of my blood to help you improve faster and be able to take any bags of blood. I provided several bags of blood to hydrate you. I take it the visions and dreams are affecting you the same as they have been affecting me.”

In my dream I could hear the way the guys murmur on how much they loved me as their cocks sank into my body. The pounding sensation at the front of my head pulled me from my dreams and I turned my head to the side and licked my chapped lips. My mouth was so dry, and my throat was sore. My neck was throbbing, and my vision was blurry. I tried to move my arms and legs but I couldn’t and whatever I was sitting on, I was tied to it.

The initial dream whisked me away to an otherworldly space, where I stood before the moon goddess, a radiant presence draped in celestial glow. Softly, she uttered, "Remember," as if implanting a command that rippled through the dream, leaving an indelible imprint in the recesses of my mind. Abruptly, the second dream unfurled, transporting me to a stark reality where I stood clad in a ceremonial white dress, marred by the stains of blood. An unpleasant picture unfolded, featuring the grisly decapitation of my father’s head. I watched it fall down to the floor and roll away into the darkness.

Drip. Drip. I don’t know when I fell asleep. I dreamed of footsteps. Soft. Careful. A shadow looming over me. A blade flashing in the dark. I tried to scream, but my mouth wouldn’t open. I tried to see the face of the person trying to stab me, but I couldn’t. The blade came down with full force… I woke up screaming. “Nooo!” The dream didn’t fade. Pain exploded in my leg. Hot. Sharp.