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.

Although Crystal was curled up in Nathan’s arms, she slept restlessly. This was due to a recurring, ongoing dream that she was having, where she was being chased. She couldn’t see who was behind her when she looked behind her, but she could hear their footsteps. It was dark in her dream, and she was barefoot. There were thorns and shards of broken glass on the floor, but she knew that she couldn’t let her pain impede her flight. She was panting and sweating, and her feet were cut and scraped, but she kept running. It was so bad that she was exhausted when she woke up, and her limbs were sore.

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

The gentle sound of the raindrops hitting the roof and windows created a symphony of nature that seemed to serenade the sleeping duo. In their dreams, Mama Hazel and Theo wandered through fields of blooming flowers, their laughter echoing through the air. They chased butterflies and danced with the wind, their spirits light and carefree. Mama Hazel's dreams were filled with memories of her own childhood, of days spent running through meadows and climbing trees. She saw her younger self laughing and playing, carefree and full of wonder. In her dream, she felt a sense of nostalgia and gratitude for the simple joys of life. Meanwhile, Theo's dreams were a mix of fantasy and adventure. He imagin

It was the strange dreams, the odd whispers I couldn’t quite decipher, and the feeling that something was shifting within me—something bigger than just the life growing inside me. At first, I thought I was imagining things. The dreams were vivid, far more intense than anything I had ever experienced before. Wolves, glowing in shades of silver and blue, danced through the forest in ways I couldn’t understand. Their eyes, glowing with ancient power, watched me with a kind of knowing that made my heart race. In these dreams, they spoke to me—not with words, but with feelings, with intentions that tugged at the very core of my being.