Book Of Dreams Online Novels & Stories

Or am I dreaming? I just cannot believe my eyes. * * * * * (To be continued in the book named "Price Of Pryce")

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.

She flicked the first chapter open and begun to read it loud with Sheila reading along with her. "Here you are...the book you've been looking for!" They both read. Louisa cracked into a wide grin, and continued. "Within these pages you will find answers life's most important questions: 'What on earth am I doing here?' or, 'What's in my star?'. This book reveals that by nature you are seperated from reality, but your star offers you a way back to reality. This solution ensures that you will not be seperated from your star eternally. Faith is the key to living your reality from a dream..." "What does this mean?" Sheila asked her friend, for it was easy for her to read but to understand the lan

The Book of Curse, with its foreboding aura, seemed to cast a spectral presence in the recesses of her mind. The old journal, now placed on the nightstand, carried the weight of its uncanny resemblance to the haunting images from her nightmares. Jette closed her eyes, hoping that sleep would offer respite from the disquieting thoughts that lingered. As the night unfolded, the boundary between dreams and reality blurred, and the Book of Echoes became a silent witness to the mysterious interplay between past, present, and the uncharted realms of the subconscious—a harbinger of a narrative that transcended the tangible pages of a journal and ventured into the intangible realms of the unknown.

He was dressed in a blue robe, and he was sitting in a chair, reading a book. "I love to read," I said. "Then, allow me to show you something special," the man said. He stood up and walked over to the shelves. He pulled a book off the shelf and handed it to me. The cover was a deep red, and it had gold lettering. It was titled "The Book of Dreams." "This book contains every story ever told," the man said. "Every fairy tale, every myth, every legend. It's all here, waiting for you to read it."

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

They needed to understand this, to find reasons and then only they could save themselves. They talked for a while, just random things before Art opened a book, with a title: Dreams and Nightmares. Interpret the impossible by one Godolfin Garriette. "Here... oh, it is said when two people are fated – or ill-fated – together by something greater than the power of the worlds, sometimes, as a premonition, an omen, they would dream the same dreams – in our case it is nightmares and ill-fated." He wrote whatever she read and looked at the book.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

Seems the book is sitting here for centuries long… “It's weird.” I muttered. ‘Hmm,’ Dravara hummed inside me, she's awake now. She looked much energetic, the weakness of the dead viles weren't present anymore. ‘Open it.’ She urged. My fingers trembled, yet, with a long, deep breath, I opened the book, eager to know who this Lunareeth is, who in fact, has a book in the restricted side of the Royal Sanctum? This also means, my dreams, or whatever those things were, they're not completely just my imagination. It has some reality to it.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.