Book Of Waking Dreams Novels & Stories

“Gia, wake up… “Gifted you with three,” I hear these words on repeat, as my aching mind starts to wake me up. Dream-like visions danced through my sleep. Visions of wolves, demons, angels, and vampires. Where am I? Hold on, I am laying on something, wait, rather someone. What is going on?

The wolf stepped closer, its voice softer this time. “Be careful with what you hold. The book… it is not what it seems. It will not reveal its truth until the time is right. But remember, danger will always follow knowledge. Do not trust easily, not even those who stand closest to you.” And then the dream broke. I woke up with a gasp, sitting up in my bed. Sweat clung to my forehead, and my breathing was uneven. The dormitory looked the same, quiet and still, but the weight in my chest remained.

When she woke again, she was lying on a hospital bed. The damning images from the black box surged back into her mind. She yanked out her IV needle in a blind frenzy. A nurse, catching sight of her wild struggle, quickly restrained her, shouting for a doctor to sedate her. "I want to see Kurt…" … I was at home, recovering, when my phone wouldn't stop ringing. My mother, finally unable to bear the noise, urged me softly. "Who keeps calling? Could it be something urgent?" I glanced at the glowing screen. That number—I could recognize it with my eyes closed.

C H A P T E R 1 1 : S U P E R M A N G O T N O T H I N G O N M E Stupid creatures we humans are, often poisoning ourselves unconsciously with our own hands and finding the cure elsewhere. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Did you know the curious state in between waking and dreaming? That stagnant moment where your eyes refused to open even when your mind knew it was time to wake up?

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.

I coyly smiled at him as I asked, “What are you talking about? How do you know what I'm dreaming?” “I know because every time you have that dream you talk in your sleep. You talk about Laylan, Artimous, Grealan and Ivy. Then you're hard to wake up after that. I was just curious as to what your dream was about,” he finished and his lips curled at the edges into a smile.

“Did switch off the alarm yesterday night?” “Why would I do that? why you asking mate?” “I felt like someone was in our apartment, I don’t know, maybe it was a dream or something, it all just felt wrong” Trevor said. “It was definitely a dream because no one was here yesterday night.” He replied. “If it was a dream then that would be the weirdest dream I’ve ever had.” “Maybe if you sleep now it will come back.” He said jokingly Trevor looked at him with a serious face

* * * Max’s POV * * * Waking up is a transition from the world of dreams into the day, so it’s good to take a little time. For then, I may ponder the messages of my dreams, weave them into the truth of my life, and feel ready to greet the day. I have been sleeping throughout my life until she came along; now, even in my dreams, I’m waking up to her song. As my dreams linger, dancing in the way that dreams do, I rise to the light of the new day. My feet are ready for the ground, for whatever comes my way.

he said with a cold voice. "No!" I suddenly woke up with a No echoing in my room. Thankfully, I didn't wake Lily. It took me some time to stabilize my breathing before I went back to sleep. *** I woke up with a terrible headache. When I got up, I saw two pills and a glass of water by my night stand. I took it and walked into my bathroom. Staring at myself in the mirror, I almost ran out. I looked like a witch that escaped hell. My mascara had washed from my lashes and settled beneath my eyes.

Moonlight flooded my room, and silver energy danced alive across my fingertips, stronger than ever before. The dream lingered vividly in my mind, every word, every detail, and that final warning. I didn't know what it meant, who the woman was, or why she felt so familiar. But deep down, I knew one thing with absolute certainty: these dreams weren't random imagination. Whatever was awakening inside me had only just begun.