Deadly Dream Novels & Stories

Chapter 46 Lucifer jolted upright in bed, his breaths rugged and his chest heaving as the lingering images of his nightmare clawed at his mind. The room was dark, but the striking echoes of screams still rang loudly in his ears. In the dream, he had been standing in a nearly empty room. The floor was painted with crimson red. The stench of death was suffocating, and with each step he took, he feared he was only going deeper into the lion’s den. Bodies lay scattered everywhere, faceless figures he couldn’t identify. And then, there she was—his mother

Kicking, he had woken up from his insistent nightmare. He was back at the field fighting for him life. But the dream didn’t end with him being stabbed but Adalia. The dream always ended the same way, with him standing over Adalia’s withering body helpless. His heart was pounding as he shook and drowned in sweat. The dark terror of the dream writhed in his belly.

Sleep was for those who lived in a world of certainties, for those who believed that the sun would rise tomorrow on a world that made sense. But the world had stopped making sense the moment I saw Elder Crowe’s signature on the death certificate of Silas’s mother. It wasn't just a name anymore; it was a brand. A recurring mark of finality. I opened a fresh document on my laptop, the white glare of the screen stinging my eyes. I titled it simply: The Pattern. I began to type, my mind working with a cold, clinical detachment that felt entirely alien to the weeping, terrified girl who had been staring at the files only an hour before.

By the time my eyes open, I'm almost laughing. I had the scariest dream ever. I dreamt my mother killed herself. It was very graphic and I curse my imagination. I get up from the floor — not even questioning why I was there in the first place — and the stench of blood hits me.

She wanted to scream because of the pain, but she found that she was powerless to ask for help. "The worm that I put on you is called Drunken Death. An hour later, you will fall into an illusion, and everything you hate and fear will appear in the illusion. You will not gain your consciousness until you die in the dream. The effect is a month. If it can't be removed in a month, you will be covered with maggots all over your body and bleed to death with your five apertures opened."

Those were the last words I heard on that rainy day. <<<>>> Boy, I had the craziest dream ever. In that dream, I killed my mate with Aspro’s help and Zayne died. How insane! Rhea was there, even Azura. They tied my brother up, and he was bleeding from his nose and mouth. Perhaps it was Fitia’s way of showing me what she had planned for me. She could plan all she wants. But nothing in this world was going to take Zayne away from me. Not even death.

He laid her on her back while I pulled a chair from the hallway and took a seat next to her. I thought back to my most recent dream and wondered suddenly if Spencer could help me figure out what happened with the faces. “Spencer?” He stopped by the door and faced me. “I think I saw Derek's mom die.” “You saw Derek's mom die? Isn't he already an orphan?” I nodded. “It was strange, though, because the first time I dreamed it, their faces were all fuzzy and stuff. But, when I saw a picture of her, the faces cleared up and I was able to see them.”

He quickly told the girl to move. The girl pouted and glared at me. With another sigh, I sat in the chair. "Happy?" I stood up, eyes wide. Roland and his mate chuckled at the sight. "Okay!" Darius shot, radiant like the sun high in the sky. The table was alive again with all the conversation. I was minding my own business, poking at the half-cut strawberry on my plate, my mind wandering far away, back to the nightmare I had last night. Blood covered my hands. The evil voice echoed in my dream saying that I was responsible for all the deaths that had happened and would soon happen. Who is the couple who suffered severe burns? Who are the two people lying next to the rock? What is the meaning

As for my dad, I hoped that the demon inside him came out soon. Sitting on my bed on a Thursday morning, with my book in hand, I drifted off into space. I didn't go to school the last two days. Although Liam and Lily went to school, I didn't feel like it. Kelly had been helping me with her notes and even the details of what happened. She was just the best. Nevertheless, the dream I had about Ben telling me I killed him was still on my mind, not to talk of when he said his death was the beginning of others. It still scared me especially when I had no idea what he meant.

He looked at me through the screen of the kitchen. His eyes were **Hazel**. "Rowan?" I gasped. The man shook his head. "I'm not Rowan," he whispered, his voice coming through the computer speakers. "I'm the one who **Dreamed** him. And they’ve been using my dreams to build your hell for a thousand years." He pointed to a large, red button on the side of his desk. "Press it, Kaima," he said. "The 'Final Delete.' It kills the Aethel-Group. It kills the Engine. It kills the 'Boxes.'"