Cure Dream Novels & Stories

"And as for your stepbrother — Kael has been cured." Cured? The word hit my chest like a physical blow. Clara had told me she cured him, but I'd dismissed it, my memory full of gaps I couldn't navigate, holes where something had been removed without my consent. "So what cured him?" I asked, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. "Clara. remember?" Lydia's head tilted, watching my reaction with the patience of someone who already knew the answer. "Remember your dream. The dream you dreamt."

As they both turned back to their human form , completely exhausted ,marked by each other scents ,entangled forever. The purpose of night was finally fulfilled, they were marked. The child was safe .But the curse was the curse cured or there something more.. More to the destiny of theirs

Saving him from his confusion, I explained things better. “ What century is this? I'm thinking it's a different century, that would explain why it didn't exist or this might be a different world entirely. Or my favorite explanation to this, I'm dreaming.” Yes, I still firmly believe that it's a dream. “ Dreams last longer than a month? That's new” He teased me and I glare at him to shut up. “ So, what century....?” I asked again, remembering that he hadn't answered me. “ I don't know.”

[Yes, we have got all the data we need,] Allura looked around at the doctors in the room, [we kept a sample of the cure, but you should come here and use it asap, so we can know if we have taken too much out of it. [Okay, we will be there. Don't tell Knight that you only got a temp cure, tell him it's the real one!] Raven tried his best to calm himself, but his heart was thumping in his chest as he plotted against the Alpha, [put the real cure and the temp cure in two identical tubes and hand me the real one when we get there!] [Alpha?] Allura frowned in confusion, but Raven had already cut off the mindlink. "Shhhh," Knight frowned when he noticed his fast heartbeat fast, "it was just a drea

Now that it became into a reality, he needed to test the capability of it while he is outside. But first he needed to re charge and try to look for weapons that he can install inside the Odrazeny. Meanwhile at the room of Fugen. "Oh no please! Stop it! Ahhh!" Fugen was exclaiming those words while he was sleeping. He had always having the same bad dream over and over again since he started to discovering the cure. It was about her wife.. "Honey!" Milly was handing over her hands to him while he walks in their door.

I coyly smiled at him as I asked, “What are you talking about? How do you know what I'm dreaming?” “I know because every time you have that dream you talk in your sleep. You talk about Laylan, Artimous, Grealan and Ivy. Then you're hard to wake up after that. I was just curious as to what your dream was about,” he finished and his lips curled at the edges into a smile.

Cara tried to eliminate the memories she had been trying to forget for so long. 'I should be able to forget it. Or I become an insane woman'. "Hello, Brother, I'm here. Have you never seen our pictures?" a young man's voice came behind him. Quickly Cara turned around and saw two teenage boys standing proudly and gazing lovingly. "You guys?" "Yes, We Are. How we look did not disappoint, right?" What is wrong with hearing and seeing? How could he recognize his cousin's sister, who was not yet a year old, now transformed into a beautiful teenager?

I repeat, "A cure? How does it work?" "It's not a potion or medicine. It's how you and Deena operate." "The cure is through witchcraft?" "No, it's deeper than that." Jude pauses and I say, "I'm listening. "I tried to write it down but I'm sure I missed some key components. Maybe she'll reveal herself to you." "Who?" "My mother." "As in your deceased mother?" "No, my living mother. Of course, Ajay. What other mother do I have besides Mama and Eve."

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

His back arched and he gasped sharply, air flooding his lungs like someone shoved life back into him. The healer’s brew, Jake’s efforts, the bond—everything collided inside him at once. But he didn’t wake. He didn’t open his eyes. He fell back against the pillow, chest rising in rapid, frantic breaths. Clara’s voice trembled. “Is that good?” Jake shook his head. “It means he’s fighting something in the dream. Something big.” I leaned over Lucas desperately. “Lucas. Lucas listen to me. You are stronger than any curse. You beat your past. You beat your grief. You will beat this.”