Book In Dream Novels & Stories

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.

In another dream, Star found herself in a vast, ancient library, its shelves stretching endlessly into the distance. She ran her fingers along the spines of mystical books, each filled with knowledge waiting to be unlocked. As she opened one tome, words flowed from its pages, swirling around her, forming intricate patterns that mirrored the power within her. Night after night, Star's dreams grew more vivid and compelling, drawing her into a world where her powers were limitless.

Or so I thought. With determination, I jumped out the tub, quickly I drying myself off. Rushing past Blake I reached for the books on my vanity, ready to uncover the secrets they held. Taking the books and sitting on our couch, Blake looks at me like I’m crazy. I’m rambling about my dream in the tub telling him I think it was a vision. Blake shakes his head, telling me that I’m so tired from training that I’m having dreams not visions. That I just need to sleep. He slips the books out of my hands, picks me up bridal style and lays me on our bed. Slowly stroking my cheek, whispering in my ear to relax. Letting me know he loves me all the while coaxing me to sleep. I drifted back off but this

However, I continued skimming, especially as I saw the illustration of a beast on one of the pages. But as exhaustion threatened to pull me under, I soon found myself drifting into a restless sleep, the book slipping from my grasp as dreams of arcane secrets and hidden powers filled my mind. *** In the realm of dreams, I found myself suspended above a vast expanse of water, its surface as still as glass beneath the moonlight. A sense of unease crept over me as I surveyed my surroundings, a feeling of being watched by unseen eyes. And then, from the depths below, a shadow began to rise, growing larger and more ominous with each passing moment.

“These are forbidden records. Pages about soul stuff that most wolves never see. See if anything makes sense to you. But be careful.” I took the book. My fingers moved on their own, flipping straight to a certain section like I had read it before. Words jumped out at me clear as day. “This part here. It talks about binding fragments of the dead into a living host. Look at the symbols. They match the dreams I had. The ones with the moonlight and the whispers.” Rhydian leaned over my shoulder, reading along closely. His breath brushed my ear. “How do you know how to read this? No one in the pack touches these books. They are locked away for a reason.”

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

“Do you even read? A dream trace is a sediment of the dreams you have had. You may think you forget you dreams but the brain stores them somewhere for you and it comes back as déjà vu. Things you think you have seen before are just dreams you have dreamed and not remembered.” “How does that have to do with this?” “Some of their witches and dream walkers, Darius. They move from dreams to dreams, old or new and if they so much as sense that you talked about them? They will come for you because they do not like anyone fucking with their plans.”

CHAPTER 18 ROWAN I must have dozed off sometime after Lucien left. The books were scattered all around me on the bed like guilty little secrets, and that filthy one, Eternal Bonds was still open right on my chest. The pages were crumpled from how tight I had gripped them while reading. My eyes had gotten so heavy in the middle of another steamy chapter. The dirty words had blurred together into pure heat and fantasy until sleep finally pulled me under completely. The dream started out almost innocent. Or at least as innocent as anything involving the Varyn kings could ever be.

Liam pov I woke with a gasp, heart pounding in my chest. The dream had been so vivid, so real—not the usual disjointed nonsense of sleep but something deeper, more coherent. In it, he had been standing in a bookstore, watching a woman with auburn hair reaching for a volume on a high shelf. Her fingers had fallen just short, and I had stepped forward without hesitation, retrieving the book and handing it to her with a smile. When she turned, her green eyes lighting with gratitude, I felt a jolt of recognition. This was after I found her beaten and bloodied at the border I patrolled. We were at the getting to know each other stage. Once she healed, we did many couple things, and the bookstore

Cass looked her over but frowned when she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. “I had another nightmare. It was so terrible and so real,” Dannie said, now feeling the urge to cry. “When I woke up I...I wasn’t in my room.” She took a breath and focused on Cass. “I was in the infirmary with that book, the deabru magic one, in front of me.” “What?” Cass said and her brow furrowed and gave Dannie an odd look. “The black book, you mean the one Sara used to—”