Cross X Dream Novels & Stories

From the beneath the base, he removed an iron plate shaped a bit like an angular hour-glass with holes along the edges. Working quickly, he laid the boards on the floor in the shape of an X, then placed the iron piece at the junction where they all met. As he slid in the first bolts, he looked back to her and arched an eyebrow. "Is it starting to come together for you yet, Angel?" Jessi slid off the bed and approached the design, tilting her head this way and that. Then she gasped as it suddenly dawned on her what he was putting together. "It's a St. Andrew's cross!"

Crista smiled and stepped closer. Katrina nodded, reaching up to touch my face. Why can’t I feel that? I don’t even smell her. I should be able to smell her. This has to be a trick. That damn witch is messing with me. That fucking bitch, I’m tired of her games. “He has a bit more color than yesterday. It’s slow, but he’s coming back. Alexander, Zio Damon, and André swear that the mate bond can bring someone back. And that it can be done even if the pair aren’t marked and fully mated.” Katrina sighed. This was surreal to hear and see Katrina but only through the mirror. I still don’t believe what I’m seeing.

“Exactly. You’ve never seen the xenorians, so I was worried you would not be able to visualize one clearly enough to use for a dream summoning. But you’ve already seen them clearly in this other dream. When you go to bed tonight, focus on the image you just described—of a xenorian holding your mother. I believe that will give you your best chance of summoning a dream that might help us tomorrow.” “You’re right,” Leesa said excitedly. “I can see that image as clearly as if they were standing right in front of me.” Her expression darkened. “But I’ve never actually summoned a dream like this before. What if I fail?” Dominic stood up and put both his hands on Leesa’s shoulders. His grey eyes bor

Yet none of them was to end the endless romance. Xandra had never been with a man. She doesn't have any experience but she relaxes with masturbation. Next morning she woke up tossing to the other side when she saw her clothes scattered on the floor, the skirt and the blouse, her bra and undies. Last night she had a dream of having oral sex with Darby Rothschild... her arrogant boss. Could it be true? He would never even kiss her. Her day dreamings with him are getting way too extra that he is coming in her dreams at night.

Xavier (reading aloud): "Let the Crown fall, that power may rise." [He places both hands on the slab. Fire and mist swirl violently. His vision fades again…] Two Wolves, One Dream Xavier and Ceres stand across from one another in the dream realm. Forest. Stars. Fire and fog. Ceres (startled): "Xavier?" Xavier (softly): "You found me." Ceres (staring): "Or maybe we found each other." [They both step forward.] Around them, the world pulses with red light. Between them, the image of the split Crown appears—one-half flame, one-half mist.

As we settle in for a relaxing dinner, the events of the day slowly fade into the background, replaced by a sense of contentment and camaraderie. As the night unfolds, I drift into a restless sleep, my mind plagued by swirling visions and fragmented dreams. But amidst the chaos of my subconscious, a new sensation takes hold—a sense of clarity and purpose unlike anything I've experienced before. In my dream, I find myself standing in a vast, sunlit meadow, the grass soft beneath my feet and the air alive with the sound of laughter. And there, in the heart of the meadow, I see Xander, my beloved mate, playing and running with a young girl by his side.

The dream played out like a surreal tapestry of anguish, each frame etching a painful image in Xander's subconscious. Chassy, refusing to yield, rallied against the vampire's onslaught. Bloodstains marred her fur, a testament to the sacrifice she endured for the pack. In the dream, Xander's silent pleas for Chassy's safety reverberated, but he remained a captive observer, unable to shield her from the onslaught.

“Oh god… yes…” The orgasm hit me hard. My pussy clenched tight around my fingers. My legs shook. Wetness soaked the sheets. I lay there breathing fast. Tears filled my eyes. “What am I doing?” I whispered. “She is my sister.” I closed my eyes. Sleep came fast. In the dream, the door opened softly. Xavier walked in. “I could not wait any longer,” he said. He pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. Then he took off his pants. His cock was hard.

I ask, my voice quieter than I intend. Maverick bites his lip, eyes wide. "I had a dream about him. Last night. He was standing and waving at me from afar." “Me too!” Makayla nods quickly. "In my dream. He picked me up and spun me around, then he looked at Maverick and smiled." My breath catches in my throat. Oh Goddess. How is this happening? How is Xarion already invading their dreams? "Tell us the truth, Mommy," Maverick says, crawling closer. "Is he our Daddy?"

I just nodded and gave him a small smile. Xander carved the first circle before Ethan finished it. It burned a little but was not too painful. The circles flashed while a line connecting each side of the two formed before disappearing. I rubbed my finger over the blood, but the wounds were gone entirely. Odd. Normally, it would take Kai healing me. “I suppose it proves that the dreams I had were true,” I said, trying to point out an answer. Ethan looked at me curiously, so I explained the dreams to him the best that I could. I would have Xander share them with him later, but there was no time for that now. There was still a lot to figure out.