Book In Dream Novels & Stories

All manner of weird items such as wands, amulets, funny little dolls, jars of unidentifiable items and even skulls of very weird animals which Tara couldn't tell if they were real or not. The whole place was freaking her out and rain or not she decided to leave. But as she passed the last shelf before the door a book caught her eye. It big gold letters on the plain black leather cover was the title 'Sex Rituals in Black Magick'. She giggled quietly maybe it was just a strange porn shop after all. Still her curiosity had been awakened so she picked the book up.

The kind of panic that made me want to set fire to the world, only to sift through the ashes for what was lost. Perched on a sofa clearly not meant for someone my size, I fanned through one of the thousands of books the male, Dain, had sent to the suite. Half of these tomes read like textbooks, while the others were packed with fiction and myth. There was no way of sorting between what might be real, and what might’ve been the illusive dreams of some ancient, long deceased scholar. I’d been seconds away from voicing as much when I heard a breathy little whimper, not unlike the one’s my mate had mate last night, sound from across the room.

Healing my wounds and confronting my fears was one of the toughest things to do, even though it's one of the things I so desperately desired. My mind suddenly wandered back to a book, that I had come across before I had slept. It seemed to be ancient, filled with tales of curses and magic I couldn't help but be drawn to it's mysterious allure. Suddenly, a memory flashed in my mind. The book had mentioned a curse, powerful enchantment that could shape one's reality. Could it be possible that what I was expecting was somehow connected to that very curse? I mean I believe it was directed at me. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought. The pieces began to fall into place. The dream, the sense

He was always the responsible one. I sighed as I got up from the bed. I was covered in sweat. I had been having the same dreams for some time, especially since I told Osagiede I loved her. Could it be guilt? I threw off the covers and got up. I padded to the kitchen to make some tea. I wondered, not for the first time, why people liked coffee. Tea was bliss. I made a cup of my specially blended tea, added two cubes of sugar and some honey and sat down on the chair in the kitchen to drink it while I stared out the window.

BLAZE* "A dream I had about you and me a couple of months ago," I said, and Lyra gasped next to me. "You, you had a dream about us," Lyra asked, and she sat up, with surprise written all over her face. "I call it a dream, but it was so vivid, and it felt so real. Researchers call it lucid dreaming, I think. I'm so glad that you are back. I've been working myself to the bone to keep from going nuts," I said.

"Where is he?". "Arrrrrrgh". "Tell me where is he". "I don't know what you're talking about, who are you?". "The book carries his scent where's he before I rip you apart". "I found the book there I swear I don't know you're talking". "Very well, I'll use you to send a message to him". Jake woke up immediately from the dream and the voices. It was a dream but that's exactly what happened and his brain was using it to torment him.

Am I dreaming about the story of Lady Louise and Prince Luthur? “Anna, can you get me books in the library about Prince Luthur and Lady Louise? Anything about them will be much appreciated,” I ask her. She was busy tidying my hair but agreed to it. “I will, Lady. Why the sudden interest?” she stop brushing my hair. “You see, the dress from yesterday was a dress from Lady Louise. I just wanted to know more about them. The library in here should have them,” I said as point my finger towards the dress. She said “Okay!” her hands thumbs up. If my dreams are related to the past, why am I dreaming about them? Shouldn’t it be someone from the family? Does the flowers I see in my dreams also means s

Wynter was waking groggily as well. I sat up. "What in the fuck." I said, as Wynter reveled in my thoughts, re-living my dream. "Damn, Rayne, you've been having some weird ass dreams lately." She chuckled. “I don’t really understand what in the fuck is going on, or why I keep having these dreams. This one was just like my last but different. And who the hell is Raphael?” I mumbled. “I have no idea, but maybe you’re dreaming this because of the book you read in the pack library?” She replied. I nodded, she was probably right. I had read stuff in that book and I had been thinking about it all recently, trying to decipher it.

Arcane symbols stitched into the spine. “Try this,” he said, sliding it across the table. “It’s an old dream-tracing grimoire. From the southern libraries. It maps dream entities through their energy signatures. Might tell you what’s visiting you. Or who.” I didn’t reach for it. “I’m not making a deal with you,” I said. “No,” he said, voice softer now. “But I believe you might want to figure this out that much.” Silence stretched between us. I stared at the book then at him then back at the flickering candles.

The book was warm against my hand, as if it were growing hot or getting cold. But then, my eyes widened in shock as I recognised it. I gasped and dropped it to the ground. “This—it was only a dream. It was—” But it wasn’t. It was here. Heavy and solid, as real as the floor beneath my feet. The book from my dream. The burning book in my hand that the cloaked person wanted to get from me. Alexander’s growl deepened. He dragged himself upright, but he didn’t move closer. His eyes burned holes into me, into the book. “Where the hell did you get that? Why were you holding it in your sleep? Is this your freaking way of payback?”