Crawling Dreams Novels & Stories

Crown After Orion left, we walked back into the bedroom and sat on the loveseat. “Lara, please tell me the whole truth. I know something is bothering you and it’s not just me and Orion,” I told her. I let her take her time answering. It’s not easy to open up to someone. You may be comfortable and trust a person, but that comfort and trust has boundaries. It took her a while to respond. “When I was young, I used to have these dreams. Recurring vivid dreams. Kind of like a memory, but not my memory, because I was young. I was fighting or trying to fight,” she said as she was gesturing with her arms. “Scared. I was scared. I was thrown into a cave. A man or older boy was laughing,

Placing one elbow on railing she directly look up at moon. It's her almost daily routine . Whenever she sleep early this happen she wake up at mid night hyperventilating because of those nightmares. Her biggest fear of life. She never tell this to anyone not lilly not even her mom know. Why? She had not idea. Whatever she is seeing is just out of her head. The persons, that screams, and that golden brown eyes. Even the thought of it bought goosebumps on her body. Who are they she don't know?

A thudding sound was made as I fell to the ground, quickly picking myself up and pressing both legs to stop the heat I felt. There was no one in the room—no Seth, no Michael. Just me. I had a sensual dream and one with Seth. I was going insane at this as I ran to the bathroom to throw cold water on my body, hoping I would wash off those wild thoughts from my mind, but it only made things worse.

Mason pressed harder against my back, his arousal evident, grinding slowly in time with his fingers. I was on the edge, trembling, fighting not to moan loudly. This was everything I had secretly dreamed of his hands claiming me, awakening desires I had tried so hard to bury. The guilt only heightened it, making every touch feel electric. My mother’s presence added a dangerous thrill that left me dizzy.

Every time I had this dream, it felt like a weight was crushing me, suffocating me, making it hard to breathe. In the dream, I'm walking through a desolate landscape, surrounded by nothing but darkness and shadows. Every step I take feels like a struggle, as if I'm wading through quicksand, sinking deeper with each passing moment. I try to run, but my legs feel heavy, as if they're weighed down by anchors. I'm trying to escape, but I don't know what I'm running from.

PROLOGUE Kehlani flipped he eyes open and jerked her body off the bed with utmost alacrity and urgency. Her heart thumped loudly. Too loud she was scared it would throb out of her chest which may have been why she rubbed in with her palm in a circular motion. Another bad dream. These days she had constant dreams of weird creatures chasing her in a dense forest or when she was fighting off a weird creature at night. It got scarier and scarier by the night and even more vivid too.

It took Jess only a few minutes before she was deep a sleep. Jess was running, she was in the forest which was covered with white. Everything around her was so blurry. It was like watching a movie through a dirty window. She come to the edge of a cliff and turned around. Jess looked around, but the harder she tried to look, the dirtier the window became. She saw dark forms in the back, but they were to out of focus to tell what they were. The next moment the white forest disappeared, and Jess found herself in a body of water. She tried to swim to the surface, but she couldn’t, something was pulling her downwards. Jess looked back, to find a ghost white Jess, pulling her down, further into th

Within the dream library, Hazel found herself surrounded by a kaleidoscope of colors and forms, each one pulsating with the energy of creativity and expression. The air was alive with the hum of inspiration, guiding her hand and igniting her soul to create a masterpiece on the canvas of her dreams.

he said gently, “what do you see in these dreams?” I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to recall the terrifying images that haunted my sleep. “It’s… it’s always dark,” I began, my voice a little shaky. “Sometimes, I’m falling. Falling into a deep, dark sea. The water is cold and heavy, and I can’t breathe. I’m drowning.” I shivered, even remembering the feeling. “And other times,” I continued, “I’m locked in a room. A small, dark room. There are no windows, no doors. Just… darkness. I can’t escape.”

Sure that's the reason, I crawl into bed, sinking into the cool comfort of my comforter. That night my dreams are plagued with the sounds of wolves howling out the moon, images of animals being torn to shreds by my own…claws. The stench of blood is seemingly the most vivid part of my dreams. A voice, cold and full of authority, echoes through my mind. “Hurry up,” the voice orders, practically growling, “finish what needs to be done.” “Release me.” Waking with a start, my head is pounding, my skin burning and itching worse than before.