Cross X Dream Novels & Stories

"I’m sorry. I have to stop this before I lose everything.” Xander stands frozen, chest heaving. I see the battle in his gaze—desire and fear, equally matched. "The matebond between us can’t be wrong, Willow." "Mate or not," I say, voice breaking, "I won’t let destiny turn me into a monster." "What do you mean?" His confusion is palpable. "Who is she? What monster?" The cold creeps back in. That dream... that face... that blood. "I..." My voice shakes. "I’ve been having nightmares. Not normal ones. They feel... real."

Abigail instantly recognized the scent—a blend of mint and wood. It was so familiar that even after months, she could identify it in her sleep. 'I'm dreaming again,' she thought, 'about that man I shouldn't be dreaming of.' The dream felt unusually real. She could smell Xander's distinct scent and feel him massaging her feet. His touch was perfect, not too light or heavy, like he was professionally trained. It felt comforting and a bit ticklish.

I touch his chest and start to rub him in slow, circular motions. "And then you came. You saved me. You took the guy off me, beat'em up and then you lifted me into your lap and started to whisper comforting words. Then everything went blank." "So why are you scared? It was just a dream." Xander said looking up at the trees. Intentionally avoiding my eyes. "That's the part that has me scared," I confessed as I stared at him, "Was it a dream? It was so real Xander...So real. How can that be a dream? Why would I even dream that? Is it real Xander? Or is it a dream?"

“My husband in the dream looks like you too… His name is Connor Murphy… But I don’t know what that nine-tailed fox is called… “Honey, I think this story feels much too real. It doesn’t seem like a dream at all… Who would have dreams like this? “Do you think this could be part of our past? Didn’t Yaksha mention this before? We are indebted to a particular person. “Could this person be that demonic fox? But I don’t feel that we owe him anything from my dream… “He was the one who did us wrong and hurt us… He abused his powers to get what he wanted, and he’d stop at nothing to achieve his objectives,” Xyla said. She continued to analyze the situation thoughtfully as she theoreticized. Xyla wasn’

“Alexi, I know what you want to talk about. You were pulled into one of my dreams. They aren’t like regular dreams; they are much more vivid and feel more real.” “This was real, Angel. I don’t know how, but it was.” “Alexi, it’s happened to me before. It’s not real. It’s just Alaia’s powers of communication. She’s just really, really good with communicating,” Xander said with his cocky smirk. “Xander, these can’t be explained away by ‘communication,’” Alexi said, showing the scratches up and down both of his arms. “I felt these, all of them.” Xander and I just looked on in silence. When I had pulled him into my dream, there were no physical marks afterwards. I didn't even know that I could

"I don't know what you are, but no enemy of God will speak such blasphemy in front of me and in this holy place! I've accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior and I know he will protect me!" "Oh please, look at that foolish token you're holding, at the broken man nailed to that cross. Does he look like he is in any condition to help you? To protect you from me? You foolish humans think that those crosses will keep you safe, but it's the opposite. What you carry is the symbol of the pathetic and defeated Son of God, dying like an animal in the wilderness with a broken leg. I saw him go up on the cross, I heard his cries of agony, and I saw the spear blade pierce his chest. You carry with y

It all seems peaceful until Xander's Dad walks in. Xander's POV~ In his dream............ "Oh Xander, go faster baby.....go faster" Amanda moaned as I thrusted deeper and harder. She looked so gorgeous it was almost unreal. I had missed her body so much. "I'm coming baby! I'm coming!" I yelled in anticipation as I felt an ejaculation coming up. It was the most blissful feeling, releasing my load in her. "Urrghh!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Xander!" I suddenly heard dad's voice yank me out of my dreams. Geez, had he been there all along? I quickly sprung up from the bed and hurriedly put on some clothes.

Damon crossed the floor, running a critical eye over every detail; the lighting, the projection angles, the placement of the CrossTech insignia. Everything was under control. Just as he liked it. But somewhere, in the back of his mind, the thought remained. ShadowByte is out there. And when Damon Cross wanted something, it was only a matter of time.

I imagined him smiling at me, not with duty, but with genuine affection and pride. “We’ll get there,” I whispered, more to myself than to Uru. “One step at a time.” Sleep pulled at me, and I didn’t resist. Later in the night, I have a chaotic dream about meeting Damien. First, he was happy to see us. He was smiling broadly as he came close to me. Then his face turned gloomy, and he frowned while looking at me as if he was not happy to see me. What could this dream mean? **** Jaxon

Xavier woke up with a start. He had a strange and faraway look in his eyes and he turned around, trying to catch sight of all of them. “I just had the strangest dream in the world,” Xavier frowned. “In my dream, I saw my sister, Layla and she was…” Xavier paused and spun around suddenly. “Layla.” Layla smiled at him and he rose up hastily and jumped up on her, squeezing her in his embrace. “I can’t believe this is actually you, again. How is this possible?”