Crawling Dreams Novels & Stories

This place is unusual, really unusual. One of the many pebbles I threw, hit a tree. I stopped under the tree, resting my head on the trunk. If Stacey could see me now, she'll flip. Partly because of my fashion sense right now and also because I look like a deranged woman. The blue ripped jeans I wore this morning, was stained with dirt. It looked more like blue and brown dyed jeans. A bird's nest was better looking than my hair. For some strange reason, my body hurts, was it from tripping in the cafeteria? I hadn't remembered hurting this much, I barely hit the ground then. I remember going home, pissed but...... how did I get here? I can't remember. Allowing my emotions to overwhelm me, the

That night, I tried to sleep, but I kept having strange dreams. In my dreams, I was walking through a dark forest. The trees were dead and twisted, and there was no sound except for my footsteps on the ground. I was looking for something, but I couldn't remember what. Then I heard a baby crying somewhere in the distance. "My baby!" I said in the dream, and started running toward the sound. But no matter how fast I ran, the crying seemed to get further and further away. "Where are you?" I called out. "Mommy is coming!"

I looked down and saw the open diary, my mother's legacy. For a moment, I couldn’t move, and the dream was still vivid in my mind. The dragon—my mother—had seemed so real. The emotions, the urgency—it felt like more than a mere figment of my imagination. As I reached out to pick up the fallen diary, my fingers trembled. Would the entries reveal more about these dreams? Or were they just the result of my stress and exhaustion?

Hands grip my knees and gently part them. Wide. Wider. Until I’m completely exposed, my most private parts on display for four sets of hungry eyes in the darkness of my childhood bedroom. “She’s so wet,” Tyler whispers. “Look – it’s on her thighs. It’s fucking everywhere. She was definitely dreaming about something.” You, I think, fighting to keep my breathing steady. I was dreaming about you. About all of you. About exactly this. “Spread her more,” Jack breathes. “I want to see everything.”

For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was, the dream still clinging to me like cobwebs. My room. I was in my room. Dawn light filtered through the window, pale and cold. I sat up slowly, my body aching from sleeping on the floor before dragging myself to bed. The dreams lingered in my mind, vivid and strange. Look within. The crying child. What did it mean? Were they just nightmares, my mind processing the trauma of yesterday? Or something more? I pressed my hands to my face, trying to steady my breathing. My fingers came away wet. I'd been crying in my sleep. What sort of dream was that?

The contrast of his calloused palms on my sensitive skin made me cry out. “You've been dreaming about this?” he asked, pulling my shin up to meet his eyes. “Yes,” I gasped as his thumb circled my nipple. “What did you dream? Tell me.” “I dreamed... you'd suck them. Hard. That you'd bite them a little. That you'd make me cry out.” My tongue kept spilling every dirty fantasy I’d harbored. “That you'd then push me down, rip my robe off and just.. look at me. Look at all of me before you.. before you…”

throw him away. Another sleepless night interrupted by horrible dreams. This dream, I'm running away from my coven this time and into the woods. There's a black loop hole or a black portal that is alluring to me. I'm trying my hardest to get to it shockingly, but I keep falling into traps that my coven planted. It was a frightening dream.

Elara’s POV~ I didn't sleep well that night. The cave was cold, and each shadow on the walls seemed as though it had jumped to life while I was asleep. I struggled and squirmed on the unforgiving ground, my cloak covered snuggly over me. And whenever I closed my eyes, I saw the baby in my dreams reaching up to me and then sliding away. By the time I finally fell into something resembling sleep, it was shallow, fitful, and accompanied by whispers I couldn’t quite understand.

I scramble away from her and as I do, I fell myself bump again something, or someone. I scramble away, tossing myself from whoever or whatever that was that I touched, landing in the middle of the pit as the light that was directed toward me now falls onto what I just had my body leaning against. It’s another woman, her eyes lifeless as her head droops to the side at an unnatural angle. Her hair is red and her eyes are brown, just like all the rest and as I stare at her, a gigantic cockroach runs out of her mouth and down her neck. In the dream I started screaming at this point and this was when Owen woke me up, stopping my screams of terror as he plants kisses all over my head and face whil

Caitlyn's POV The dreams started creeping back in, and this time, they weren't about the Prime Wolf. No, this was something older, something deeper, something that stirred in the shadows of my mind. I saw ruins—crumbling structures long forgotten by time. I heard whispers, foreign and ancient, speaking in tongues that made my skin prickle. And always, there was a throne, made of ashes and bone, sitting in the center of it all. I woke from one such dream with a sense of unease. It wasn't fear, not exactly, but something close—something that warned me. These weren’t just memories. These were messages. A reminder, perhaps, of something buried beneath everything we thought we had finished with.