Cure Dream Novels & Stories

What if I'll get the disease and die? I winced the thoughts away. There's no way I could get the disease since there were no infected nearby and besides, I could always wear my mask if I needed it. Herbs! I have to get some herbs, my stock were very little and my journey is still very lengthy. I smiled at myself, am I really doing this? It's like one of those tales where a man strides across a country just to find the thing he seeks. An adventure. But what am I looking for? Yes, I know for myself that I am after the cure but what is it? What is the cure?

Jette: The curse will have no ending as well… Candy: There’s no cure. Jette: (Scanned all the pages of the book) No. There’s no cure…

“It was weird that our spirits got separated, right? Like, we are always together, but in that dream place we were unique spirits.” “Yeah. It was kind of weird. I mean, even before you were eighteen, I was just hibernating inside your mind. I don’t understand how we could become separated.” Lavender contemplates. “But like you said, it was a dream. Anything can happen in dreams. It’s your subconscious trying to send you a message.” “A message… Well, it was definitely about the cure.” I wash the shampoo out and replace it with a conditioner. “I just wish I could remember more.”

he threatened. “I don’t care too.” I turned my back on him. “The magic made you lose your special wolf and memory. You were progressing, but now we are back at square one.” His voice sounded hurt, and he sighed, muttering something. “Is there a cure?” I whispered slowly as the waves of sleep washed over me. “Yes, there is. But you won’t like it,” he answered. “What’s that?” My curiosity jumped with excitement. “The cure lies in us having another child, and this will break the illusion around your head,” he said, encircling his hands around my waist. A shiver coursed through my body at the very notion.

"Did I say something wrong?" "No-nothing," I said, still startled. "It's just I did not expect that kind of dream coming from you. But, I am not disagreeing with you to take that one chance, Felise. Let's hope there will be a cure to get rid of the wolves inside you." We continued talking, discussing the pros and cons of such a cure. Would it really be worth it? Would it change Felise fundamentally as a person? Would it be possible to find a cure at all? These were all questions that we pondered as we waited for Razel and Isadora to return.

“Cole, what are you trying to say?” Cole folded his arms. “I know you were the one who cured me,” he said firmly. Silence settled between us as I frowned. “Cured you?” I echoed. “Cole, do you realize what you’re saying? I’m not a healer, and the moonfire curse isn’t just any ordinary curse. There is no cure. So…” I trailed off, giving him an incredulous look. He hesitated, frowning slightly, as if doubting himself for a brief moment. Then, he shook his head with conviction. “No,” he said firmly. “I know what I saw.”

Our blood must be the best-kept secret of all. Yasa and Amelie understood this. “How is it that they found a cure?” asked the old woman. “Selene is a visionary potion maker, and she had a dream about how to modify a potion to act as a cure, but in the dream she saw that it needed a good spell, so that's why Yasa and I are here,” Amelie explained expertly. “Maybe it was the gods finally taking pity on us,” the old woman said and bowed on the floor to begin praying.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

“Nexus said you’ll have a vision about your fate when the contract activates...” Selena sat bolt upright, pain and IV be damned. “Nexus? Who the fuck is Nexus?! And what vision?! What fate?!" Selena was practically vibrating with confusion now. She pointed violently to her chest, where the faint glow pulsed through the thin fabric of the hospital gown. "A-And this! What the hell is this?! You see this?! Do you?!" Theo, infuriatingly, didn’t even acknowledge her spiraling questions. He remained seated like an arrogant sphinx, one finger rhythmically tapping his chin in thought.

"You'll stop having those dreams, Selene. This ritual... it will work. It has to." I let out a shaky breath, staring at my hands before whispering, "And what about Liora, Tristan?" My throat tightened around her name. "We can't just wait. We can't allow her to reach five without getting the cure." My voice cracked on the last word, and I dragged my hands through my hair, tugging slightly like I could pull the worry out of me. Tristan's gaze softened, and before I could unravel myself completely, he reached out and gently pulled my hands down from my hair.