Dark Wet Dreams Novels & Stories

My hand drifts between my legs. I’m already wet. Have been since I left my car. The anticipation is its own foreplay – knowing they’re out there, knowing they’re coming, knowing that sometime tonight I’ll stop being a woman and become prey. I force my hand away. They’ll want me desperate. They’ll want me aching. That’s the point. Sleep comes in fitful waves. I drift off, jolt awake at some sound, drift off again. Time loses meaning in the darkness. Could be hours. Could be minutes.

The nights are the worst. Sometimes I dream in flashes, light, static, whispers of a name that never fully reaches me. In those dreams, I’m surrounded by fragments of code, melting away like snow in sunlight. I always reach out for someone’s hand, but wake up just before I touch it. My chest races, my fingers tremble. I tell myself it’s just a dream, but deep down, I know it’s something else.

Dawn sunlight filtered slowly into my attic, streaming through the cracked window panes and casting golden strips across my threadbare blanket. The light pulled me from restless sleep, my eyelids heavy as if I had just closed them moments before. The nightmares had returned. Hazy glimpses of a silver-gray wolf running beneath a blood-red moon, its eyes blazing with fierce intensity. My wolf, Nyra, felt distant yet present, her heartbeat a faint echo within me. But this dream was different. Not a nightmare, but something that felt like a promise, something I couldn't quite grasp.

I needed the nightmares to stop. They had been coming for four days now. The dreams always started the same way. Running in a dark forest. Something crashed through the brush behind me, getting closer. I ran until the forest became jagged mountains, and the mountains became a sandy beach. I kept running. It did not matter where I was; the threat was always right at my heels. Then came the wolf. Pure white fur with a patch of black on her tail. Blue eyes, bright and cold. She did not chase me. She just slipped from the shadows and stared.

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly

was the only reply the Captain received in the fifteen minutes that he stood there. “You are going to be useless to me if you don’t get out of your own head. It’s a tragedy, Thomas. Nothing more nothing less. Stop looking for ghosts were there isn’t any.” Thomas knew that he should have paid more attention to the black void that plagued his dreams of late. He knew now that it had to be the same black void that his grandmother had warned him about. He was pissed at himself for not listening, but he was listening now. The black void that he had seen from his nightmare had been hunting his mother too. Not mention his grandmother. This time she lost the battle which pissed him off even more dail

“I could still smell blood.” “What do you mean?” He rubbed his eye with the back of his finger. “I don’t smell anything.” “I was dreaming. Gray and red wolves were lifeless with bites on their necks.” “Lie back down. It’s just a dream.” “I know. Since we met, I have had three dreams. The first one was people lying in a pool of blood. The second one when you watched me sleeping.” It might be embarrassing to admit, but he had to know. “I dreamed of us together.”

He wondered. Even if it was a dream, he felt that everything in that dream was so real. He also still remembered how the bride looked. She had long black wavy hair and also beautiful grey eyes. Then he talked to himself, "Will she be my bride? Was the dream a vision of my future like my others' dream?" Daniel was happy for that dream because he hoped that he could get married at the age of 23. It implied that he still had two years left to find his bride.

he sighs and turns to one side. Tears accumulate in my eyes and begin to descend, I cry in silence curled up next to him, without moving for fear of waking him up and ending up hurting me more. I think a few hours have passed when the dream returns and little by little I fall asleep again. Dark. The expression on Max's face tells me she's worried, she hasn't said a word since I told her about the leak. I'm sitting in front of the laptop with my eyes fixed on Max. “Do you think it's the girl?...” he asks finally, I sigh and I answer honestly

Then there were the fangs and the biting— Yeah—how high school is it to have dirty dreams about a vampire? To hell with it, because in these dirty dreams, Gaia had the best sex she'd ever had. It had gotten so bad, that on nights she didn't dream of him, she'd lie in bed using all her might to conjure his spirit. When these dreams did happen, Gaia could not control them. She always woke the next morning, sometimes sore, in her bed, alone, and fully clothed in pajamas that she never remembered putting on.