Cure Dream Novels & Stories

“It’s Karen. She’s been working with her mother’s journal. Said she’s getting closer to a cure.” For a heartbeat—just one—his face went completely still. Then something fractured in his expression. His breath hitched, just once, before he clamped down on it. But I saw it. The way his throat worked, the way his fingers twitched at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them. “A cure…” His voice was rough, scraped raw. “For me?” I nodded. “Yeah. For the spell. The one that’s been poisoning your Lycan.” My chest ached just saying it out loud. “She said it’s not done yet. But it’s close.”

The name of the disease in the notes is curable. Weirdly enough, the doctors I worked with in the Moonveil pack have a remedy that can reduce its effects for years before eventually erasing it. I do not doubt that if Cassiel’s witch doctors got their hands on that information, they could modify and make it better. She doesn’t have to suffer. Ceila goes to work every weekday, hangs out with her nurse friend every weekend. She had a calendar, a digital one with everything she planned to do for the month. Auburn got her hands on that. So that’s how she knows this information.

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.”

The faint light of the moonstone pendant flickered in the room, as if responding to something. I felt a familiar warmth spread from my chest, an emotional wave from the broken mate bond. Regret, guilt, despair… and love. An overwhelming tide of love. My eyelids began to flutter. "Freya… please, open your eyes…" A hazy voice, choked with tears, drifted from far away. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting against the bright sunlight.

“You do not have to be careful with me. I am not your enemy. In fact, I may be your only chance.” The bond pulsed faint behind me, Maeve watching from the walls, her presence steadying me, but I did not turn. My eyes locked on his, my voice rough. “And what chance is that?” His gaze flicked to the veins crawling along my neck, then back to my eyes. “A cure.” The word hit me harder than any blow. My breath caught, my claws digging into my palms. A cure. Rivan saw it in my face, his smile widening just slightly. “Yes. I can end it. The fire that is killing you, the curse that binds you, all of it gone. You will breathe clean again. You will live free again. You will not die before your time.”

He whispered into my ear, "Julie, let's elope." Just as I was about to answer, someone suddenly started to knock on our door. "Julia, please give me another chance!" "Julie, I know I'm in the wrong now. You can punish us however you want. We'll take everything, even if you want to trap us in that small cave again! "Besides, this guy from the Lowell family only wants you for your body's nourishing effect to cure his own illness. He's nothing but an impotent, useless piece of—"

The answer I found only confused me more—it said celebration dreams symbolize when something good is happening. Something good? Could it mean… the HIV was gone? My pulse quickened. I quickly called the doctors, desperate for an answer, but they reminded me I hadn’t started proper treatment yet. Nothing had changed. I sighed heavily, letting go of the thought. Needing a distraction, I forced myself to eat a little. Afterwards, I decided to walk around the room, stretching my weak body. I walked from the bed to the door and back again, pacing slowly. But just as I reached the door the second time, I froze.

Whenever Zoe was in trouble, he would drop everything to be by her side. Taking a deep breath, I pulled up the divorce agreement I'd prepared long ago and sent it to him. After hiking what felt like miles down the rain-slicked path, I flagged down a ride-share and finally made it home. As I reached the front door, my phone buzzed with a notification from our friends' group chat. Someone had shared a screenshot of Zoe's post. [Zoe's caption is brutal! What kind of disease does Isiah have that needs her touch?] [What else? His erectile dysfunction around Floria.]

“We will do everything we can.” “That is not enough.” My voice broke as I spoke. Fael ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room like a caged animal. “There must be something,” he said. “A potion. A spell. Something.” The healers remained silent. Darius stepped closer to them. “Speak.” The chief healer inhaled slowly. “There is one cure.” Every head in the room lifted. “What is it?” I demanded. The healer’s eyes shifted between the three of us.