Dark Wet Dreams Novels & Stories

"Daddy! Kaine! I'm coming! I'm going to cum! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhh!" I woke up abruptly, eyes snapping open as I bolted upright. I looked around and realized I was in Kaine’s guest room, but he wasn’t there. I checked myself. My body was glistening with sweat, and the t-shirt I was wearing was soaked through. I felt incredibly hot, and there was a sticky sensation between my thighs. I couldn't believe I just had a wet dream about the man who rescued me from that terrifying road and let me stay in his home. It was just a dream, but it was so intense! I thought it was real!

If he ever stands in front of a mirror and hates himself the way I sometimes do. I don’t cry anymore. Not really. The tears dried up somewhere between my third rejection email and the night I couldn’t sleep because the apartment was too quiet. But I dream. And in my dreams, we’re back in that shitty walk-up apartment, burning pasta on the stove and laughing until it hurt. Those dreams are the worst kind—sweet and sharp, like a knife wrapped in silk. I wake up from them gasping, aching, and furious all over again.

“So what's the truth about you? A descent doesn't just show up. Who are you and why are you here?” “You think I willingly let myself be brought here? To live below what every basic wolf deserves? The only thing I would really love right now is to leave here. You all claim the white wolves are so weak, why is everyone threatened by my presence?” Nate tried to withhold his laughter but he failed “You think anyone here is threatened by you?” “You all have given me no reason to think otherwise.” “Tomorrow night by the creek. You'll find what you need.”

My exhaustion was total but my sleep wasn’t peaceful at all. My dreams became more vivid and strange, completely overwhelming my thoughts. They weren’t just vague feelings of cold or fear. They were full of bright light, colors, and sound. I found myself standing in the same place I always dreamed of. It was a vast, open field, the ground was covered in thick white mist swirling around my bare feet. There were no trees or buildings. The only thing in the sky was a huge full moon, the moonlight was a bright silver and painfully bright. It hurt my eyes, and I had to squint.

Winter was crying her eyes out like she could feel my pain and maybe she could. “I missed my mum, I saw her in my dreams every night, screaming and begging. The dreams always started the same way. The sound of rain, then the smell, then I feel my head get wet and my mum begins to scream. But just like that day, in that dream, I can not move. My legs are rooted to the ground and my lips are quivering in fear and cold.”

Every chapter, every word, was part of my own catharsis, and it is with a full heart that I share this with you today. This will be the last book in the Dreams series. The journey of Shadrach, Wynter, and the others has come to its beautiful conclusion, and I have no intentions of returning to continue their story. As much as I’m sad to close this chapter, I know it’s time for me to move on to new beginnings.

The pain reminds me that they were real. That night I don't dream of the accident, I dream about eyes that glow. Golden glowy eyes staring right at me– eyes that seem to stare into my soul, and the powerful forms they are set in. I dream about a black lone wolf with sleek black fur and powerful body– fur that seems blacker than night illuminated by the light of the moon. I dream of running wolves, wolves who seem at one with nature around them, running at unimaginable speed. Amidst my dreams, I have a moment piercing moment of clarity. I know I'm failing at being normal because normal people don't feel the way I do, normal people have not experienced what I have experienced and most importan

I feel myself being thrown and i start falling as painful howls echo in my ears and black dots cloud my vision. I wake with a scream bolting into a sitting position as sweat pours down my forehead. I've been having the same dream every night for the past week since I've been back home and i don't know why. Every night its the same, the same empty warehouse building, the same figure the same two people who throws me in the well, and sadly the same ending. I never see the men who throw me in the well or the figure that gave the order all i know is they want me to be the ruthless killer i was while i was with the council.

He asked himself, shaking his head in exasperation. The girl with red hair has been appearing in his dreams. He has never had a chance to see her face. Every time he woke up from the dream, he would feel her presence in his room. It was a strange feeling but a good feeling too. He decided to take a shower because it helped his thoughts flow. He pressed a button, and the shower glass door slid open. He stepped into the shower, and turned the dial. His body tingled as the cold water cascaded down his body. He closed his eyes at the sound of the water plopping down on the ceramic floor. He can't take the picture of the redhead girl out of his mind.

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t