Bleeding Mouth Dream Novels & Stories

My mouth was constantly making mistakes and this is not good! “Aw,” I whined after I accidentally hit my mouth hard. “A-are you okay?” “Yeah. I’m fine,” I replied as I started to focus on reading. Levi! Shame on you! “Oh? Lucid dreaming?” I cleared my throat and asked, “Why? You know something about it?” It was the book I was reading about. “I don’t think so.” “It’s interesting, though,” I uttered. “I remember, I’ve been dreaming for almost five consecutive nights.”

Confused, I pulled my hand away and looked at it only to notice blood smeared across my fingers. "Damn it." How can Killian have so much power over me in the dream? This is beyond anger and vengeance, it's more serious than it looks, far more dangerous than I initially thought. Dreams shouldn't leave physical effects. No ordinary nightmare should make my nose bleed like I had actually been struck.

That was just a horrible dream... nothing that night happened. I told Liam a little bit about Tom and went straight to bed. I woke up and tried stretching and getting ready for the day, but I felt my hands not moving, and my legs wouldn't let me stand up. And why is my mouth feeling funny? I looked down and saw my legs and hands tied...again. And the funny feeling on my mouth was none other than duct tape. Why do they have to keep doing that? Haven't they heard of a simple knockout?

It was that the dream had changed. Before, just as the bomb was about to go off, the scene would change to Jade Firefly—dancing, laughing, teasing me with that damned smile of hers. And just before we share a kiss, she would vanish. But last night… it has been totally different. In the dream, when she appeared, she smiled at me from the door. And then blood will begin to pour from her mouth. Thick. Dark. Endless. She would stagger, her body shaking, before falling to the ground right in front of me. And whenever I looked up—

Yet now, there was a faint ache on her lip, a soreness that felt unfamiliar. Frowning, she stepped closer to the mirror. In the golden morning light filtering through the windows, the reflection revealed a small mark on the corner of her mouth. She traced it lightly with her fingers. A bite mark? Had she bitten herself in her sleep? Her cheeks grew warm as vague memories from her dreams surfaced—heated, breathless images she couldn't quite grasp. A flicker of bare skin, the ghost of a whispered name. She rubbed her temples and sighed. Perhaps it was just the remnants of an overactive imagination.

She opened her eyes and looked at me. Mel "I am fine. I just freaked out." Aden "What happened? Come on lie down." She lied down placing her head on my chest. She was still holding my shirt tightly. Aden "Its okay. Don't worry. I am here. " Mel "I saw a horrible dream. You were leaving me and I was trying to stop you but you weren't listening. I was running behind you and you stopped at a place. I was smiling looking at you and was calling your name and was getting closer to you. And You just smiled and at the same time a car just bumped you and you fell down on the road and you were bleeding."..

His growl vibrated through her bones, claiming, consuming and Amanda screamed. She woke up with a violent gasp, clutching her throat. Moonlight filtered through her curtains, pale and cold. Her skin prickled with sweat. She scrambled to the mirror, tugging her collar down and froze. A faint bruise marred her neck, right where his teeth had been in the dream. Her breath shuddered out of her lungs. It wasn’t just a dream. It was something far more dangerous.

It was no longer the stranger, not the faceless shadow pressing me into sheets and tearing me open with a hunger that left me shaking with intense orgasm. No. This time, the dream hadn’t been about feeling this toe curling sensation that has me waking up sweaty, panting and all wet. It had been worse. Way worse. Enough to make my saliva taste like blood, and breathing feel so hard that I had no other choice but to hold my breath. I saw myself sprawled across a cold floor, my body wrecked, blood pooling beneath me. My own blood, sticky and warm, sliding and melting into the ground, spreading until I couldn’t tell where it ended.

I lined my own hands up to the bruises only to realize that they were much larger than mine. I pulled back the covers to look over her body and realized that her left hand was red at the fingertips and there were small blisters on them. I looked back up at her face in a realization that this dream was different somehow. This dream, unlike all of the others, had actually affected her. Not only mentally, in a breakdown that she had demonstrated, but physically as well.

Victoria helped me stand, supporting me as I rinsed my mouth at the sink. My reflection looked terrible…I was pale and sweating, my eyes looked too wide. She led me back to the bedroom and made me sit on the edge of the bed. “Tell me what happened,” she said, sitting beside me. “What did you dream about?” I tried to remember the details, but they were already fading. Slipping away like water through my fingers. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Blood. Someone was dying. The smell of…” I stopped, my stomach threatening to rebel again.