Conjoined Dreams Novels & Stories

Conrad starts to open up once they started eating. “Dad, do you think that I’m really that of a mess right now?” Conrad asked. “You know you’re not a mess,” Scott answered. “What made you think that?” He asked. “It’s just that, I can’t think straight anymore,” Conrad answered. “Every night, I kept thinking these unrealistic events that uncertainly won’t happen. Then I kept waking up to the same nightmare over and over again.” He continued. “I’m also afraid that if I hurt someone, they will leave me…”

Her Granny found it interesting, she called it a blessing because it had helped the family in so many ways. Juana herself didn't think it was a blessing, she found it really strange and scary. She'd rather not know the future than know and not be able to stop it from happening, the bad parts that is. She remembered having a dream when she was seven. It was a very strange one. She saw nothing, literally nothing. She was walking on nothing and staring at a ball of nothing. There was no air, no trees, no buildings. Everything was blank. She herself felt invisible. She screamed right out of sleep that morning. And it was the morning of her seventh birthday. When Baron and Dawn asked her about it

It doesn’t make me jealous that I don’t get to be the Alpha and show this pack that women can lead, that a woman can be an Alpha. “Fine. Okay, things have been weird since just before Crista showed up.” I admitted setting the glasses out on the counter. “What does that mean? Weird how? What happened?” Zoe questioned, at least starting to help me as she got drinks and healthy snacks out of the fridge. “I had a dream or a vision. I don’t know. I’ve never had something like this happen before. There were two men and a woman who looked like me yet wasn’t. She didn’t have my red streaks or blue eyes. It was what I’d look like if I wasn’t a hybrid and got mama’s brown eyes.” I sighed.

I suddenly felt drained; so much had happened today, and being pregnant on top of that, even though I was only a month along, had me zoned out. Connor took one look at me and, without a word, picked me up bridal style and carried me off to our room. I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. Wade moved the duvet aside as Connor laid me down, and they both worked together to strip me of my clothes. Moments later, I felt one of them nudge me to the side and spoon me, but I was too exhausted to register if it were Connor or Wade. It wasn't long before I drifted off to sleep and dreamt of our baby.

It was going to be a long trip. Brandon Pov Dreams. More like terrors. Ever since I was little, I have been experiencing dreams that would feel so real to me only for me to Dreams came to me in and out, but only one of them left thoughts in my head as I was getting dressed the next morning. In my dream, I saw smoke all around me. I was in a clearing of some sort and the sky was red. Dead bodies of my mate Harmon, friends, and family were scattered all around me. I saw Jasmine, who was in a white dress, radiating so much power from her. Much stronger than I had ever felt from her. She turned around and smiled at me, her hazel eyes turning purple as she merged with her wolf. I tried walking to

“I’m gonna cum. I'm gonna fill you up.” “Yes, fill me! Show me how much you love fucking my ass!” I scream. “Baby, I want you to cum with me,” he begs. “I’m almost there,” I gasp. He pulls me flush against his chest, teeth grazing my neck before biting down on my mate-marking spot. The sensation sends me spiraling into an explosive orgasm. This time, I wake alone for real. My heart pounds, sheets soaked from multiple orgasms triggered by these vivid dreams. Fuck. It’s four months until my birthday, and these dreams—of Charlie, Brandon, and sometimes both—are intensifying.

We shared a rather intimate dream. I should take it as a good sign that he was dreaming about me in such a way. He wanted to touch me in that dream. And since he had the same dream, it wasn’t simply wishful thinking on my part. I don’t understand how and why we shared that dream. I’ve never heard of mates sharing dreams like this when unmated, and neither have magic.

Back then, my head was full of love, like a dream made of cotton candy. Who could have guessed that I would return here three years later—not in a wedding dress, not hand in hand with him, with smiles on our faces, but quietly moving through empty aisles. Jason didn't say a word. He just watched as I wandered through the church. His eyes darkened, as if finally understanding something. To be honest, he looked worse than I did. He was so skinny that he looked bony, his face was ghostly pale, and he was so frail that a gust of wind could knock him over.

"But it isn't as if it means anything." "Look, these dreams are… connected, somehow," Birdpaw insisted. Reedriver's tail lashed irritably at the thought of their dreams being connected. The reflection that spoke back at him suddenly came rushing back in the form of words spoken just a couple of days ago. He knew Birdpaw was right. As annoyed as he was with the idea of being connected with these fishbrains, there had to be a reason behind those strange dreams. "Four must become five… and if we're the four cats they mentioned in our dreams-"

If this drake is real, he is quite mad, and if he is not, well then I am. "You insist on thinking this isn't real, even though you have been visiting your mate in dreams for months. How did you think you got there, to each other's dreams." "They were dreams, we are bonded, I..." "You don't know, do you? Gods you two are fools. Yes, you are mates, and yes, you are connected, but visiting one another in dreams is not a typical thing for mates to do. You were together in all those dreams, you know, creating a world for you two in the void itself. It was starting to draw unwanted attention, which is why I had to put a stop it."