Book Of Waking Dreams Novels & Stories

I blush while looking over at Raven who approaches me with a few books in hand. “What did you find?” I question while holding up a pair of shorts checking if they will fit. I smiled when I see Rebecca grabbing tank tops in colors, she knows I love. “I found a couple pregnancy books that look good, and I found this one of Viking stories it reminds me of Vaari,” Raven answers while showing me the books and I smile remembering Mummo Adaline and Vaari Jyrki always reading us stories. “They look good, thank you,” I smile while grabbing the story book and open it seeing that it looks like Mummo’s book or at least the illustrations do.

I could see Ian standing where he was from the rearview mirror, looking like a statue that had been abandoned by the world. That night, I had a nightmare. I dreamt of the day my sister passed away. I was kneeling by her stone-cold body while crying my heart out, with Ian and Lucy standing nearby and staring coldly at me. I jerked awake from the dream, drenched in cold sweat.

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.

Rex's POV Falling asleep that night was harder than I expected. I guess the adrenaline of what tomorrow could bring just wouldn’t let my mind rest. But eventually, after tossing and turning, I found enough peace to drift off. That’s when the dream hit me. It was about the book. The symbol on its cover came to life, glowing and pulsing, whispering over and over—“It’s almost time.” Time for what? It wouldn’t say. That phrase kept echoing until I jolted awake, heart pounding, sweat clinging to my skin.

**Unlocking Secrets** Aria sat on her bed, the late afternoon sunlight streaming through her curtains, creating a cascade of golden patterns on the wooden floor. She felt a weight pressing on her chest as she stared blankly at the wall, her thoughts swirling violently like a storm in her mind. Two vivid dreams had unfurled before her recently, each filled with symbols and meanings that tugged at her consciousness like a half-remembered melody.

“There was a book which is calling you to find it and read it and understand it as well and the book name is…..” Sia woke up from her sleep. She was dreaming and saw at the watch, it was 4 a.m. in the morning. She didn't want to wake up but her sleep was broken so she decided to not sleep anymore and focused on her dream. Sia remembered that there was someone who was telling about a book and told her to understand but she couldn't hear the name of that book. Sia wanted to know about the book but she didn't know how to find it.

Perhaps the unseen whatever might have dropped a message while I slept. My instincts agreed with me, pushing me in that direction, urging me to retrieve the ancient magic book I had discovered a few weeks ago. I knew deep down that the book held some answers, some clue that might help make sense of my troubling dreams, even though I had a hard time understanding them. With trembling hands, I reached inside the wardrobe and pulled out the worn leather-bound book. Its weight was comforting, as if it held secrets that could unravel the mysteries of my life. Carefully flipping through the pages, my eyes widened in surprise as I discovered a small note tucked within a seemingly blank page.

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

I couldn't. I had forgotten the feel of her fur agaunst my skin,the thrill of running under the moon light.The freedom in it. I had to wake her up. When the guards exchanged shifts later that night,a small book slid under the cell door. It was old and cracked. I froze. Who could it have come from? What was inside it? I crawled my way to the small book,picked it up.The book was titled blood and moon.awakening the dormant wolf.This was an ancient teaching about dormant and weak wolves.

~ A M E L I A ~ I wondered if I had gotten even a minute of peaceful sleep last night, which is something I seemed to ask myself every morning I’d wake since… I can’t even remember how long. It felt like forever at this point. Those three recurring dreams taunted me every night without permitting me any relief by allowing me to force myself to wake up. Engulfed in flames, surrounded by crying newborns. Attacked by a wolf with ash fur and eyes like a demon.