Novel & Cerita Cross X Dream Sans

"And I’m not just a patient. You feel the pull. Every time you try to leave this room, your heart aches, doesn't it? You feel like you’re running out of air." Julian flinched. He let go of my neck as if I were made of fire. He backed away, his lab coat rustling in the sterile air. "That’s biological interference. It’s a chemical reaction to a high-stress environment. It’s not... it’s not fate." "Then explain the dreams," I challenged, sitting up. "Explain why you have a scar on your chest where the Duke was stabbed. Explain why you draw my face in your sleep."

Xavier slowly opened the file, his eyes scanning the title: Mission Report - 201 - Blood Crescent - I

then he looked at me with teary eyes and said, "You." I was so confused. What was Don talking about?" "Me? What are you saying, Don?" I stood up from the chair and sat beside him on the bed, "Tell me." "I had a dream. I mean...I've been having dreams. Jaxon…he's always there. You're always there. Sarah's always there. Even that your boyfriend's always there. And your dad too." "What is the dream about?" "We're in a battle. Vampires are attacking us…you're at the forefront. When you want to make a peace deal with the vampires, Jaxon kills the vampire leader…"

I fell asleep and ended up dreaming about him. He was in what looked like a gym, working out, music in his ears. He wore a white t shirt and some blue basketball shorts. His black hair was tousled, probably from not being able to sleep. I wanted to touch him, but I could only watch. Even though he looked exactly like Xavier, I didn't see him as Xavier. I saw him as Atlas. My wolf called out to him once again and he stopped working out, turning around, looking directly at me. My eyes widened. I knew I was dreaming. As a dream walker, I have more control over knowing when I am dreaming and what I can do. My subconscious allows me do things that my heart most desires, so why am I here?

Queen Lourine Chatrine was surprised when suddenly Prince Xander Reenan came to her. "My son, what's wrong? Why do you look panicked like that?" Queen Lourine Chatrine asked while holding her son's hand. "Mother, I had a dream and the dream seemed real," replied Prince Xander. Queen Lourine Chatrine frowned. "Sit down dear, and tell me your dream," said Queen Lourine chatrine. Prince Xander Reenan immediately sat down and began to tell his dream. "I dreamed that I met Tristan. He was holding Alleta Wolfrentie's daughter. They were both wearing white clothes. He handed the princess to me and told me that day he had gone aimlessly. He was only thinking about how to get the princess to wake up

“Now I don't have to worry each night.“ He said softly. His lazy fingers traced her oval-shaped face. “My nightmares would they cease henceforth?“ She asked, her voice low and sad. “I don't like them, Xander.“ He leaned in closer, dropping a mild kiss on her forehead, “I am always by your side Selena. I will face your worst dreams with you..“ She jerks up looking at him pointedly, “They are not dreams.“ Xander rose with her, watching how frightened she was. “I need you to understand me, I see these things and creatures that tell me they know me. I spoke to a wolf, is that normal?“ She asked him exasperated. Xander could hardly make out what she was saying, he neither understood them either.

Their connection felt profound, as if they were two souls intertwined since birth, destined to support and understand each other through life's journey. On the other side of this intricate dream tapestry, Xender's eldest son, Xavier's counterpart, was also lost in slumber, unaware of the mirrored dreamscape unfolding simultaneously. Within his dream, he found himself standing in an entirely different house, a place that radiated an air of familiarity and warmth, much like his own home. The dream home, belonging to Xavier, captivated Xender's son with its cozy ambience and comforting hues.

On the bright side, we are not dead. Worst case scenario, we don't know where we are. But Xanwed hasn't gotten us, that much is certain. Cyran is awake, and looking at me with a queer expression. 'What is it?' I ask, sitting up. It requires a lot of effort than usual, and a headache begins as I do. 'I saw your dream again', he says quietly. 'Cyran, you said you'd stop', I say resignedly. 'I did stop. Last night it just filtered in. Your mind is fucked up, Saelyna'. I don't want to talk about the crazy dream I had, where Jerran and I were back together. The twist was that we both were wolf-genn.

“That’s what the white creature is. A Gravok. They herd Ferals. I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.” I gave a watery laugh. “It was a dream, Xan. You can’t fight dreams.” “I hate that it touched you at all,” he growled, brushing damp hair from my face. “I hate anything that scares you.” I closed my eyes and reached inside myself. Wolf? You there? Nothing. Not even an echo. Figures, I thought. Just trauma. Xander suddenly pulled back, clapped his hands once, and flashed that wicked grin that always melted my defenses.

she asked. "Where is Jax?" Scarlette asked not in the least offended or detered by Sasha's bad mood, his asleep she threw her phone at Jackson who growled a "what" then picked the phone up off his chest. "Oh, hey Scar, what's happening?" He asked rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his index and thumb. "I had a dream that you were colatoral damage in the other universe to try and get Gabriel in line." As thise words left her mouth Gabriel Vamped into the room and Sasha had a bit of whip lash sitting up in bed too fast at the mention of her mates death.