Deadly Dream Novels & Stories

“I don’t… I don’t know. I keep having these dreams where I’m doing terrible things.” I glance at Kai momentarily, then back at Dimitri. “Dreams? What kind of dreams?” “I kill people - a lot of them before eating them. My last dream saw me tearing someone who looked like an older Nikolai in half. That’s why there’s a puddle of that on the floor,” he says as shame slips into his scent. Kai sighs and slaps Dimitri on his shoulder before standing up. “Come with us; you’re probably hungry.” /“What the fuck are you doing?”/ I ask Kai over the link.

"I’m very sorry. The patient went into cardiac arrest half an hour ago. We did everything we could." For a brief moment, I thought I was trapped inside a long, endless dream. When the dream ended, I would still be the little girl who slept in her mother’s arms. I would not have met Dante or have lived through these nightmares. My mother would still be alive and healthy. We would still take walks and talk together by the Boston River. However, reality struck me down without mercy. I chose the wrong man, and I didn’t even get to see my mother one last time.

"I couldn't help it. I was bleeding, that bleeding that night shattered my whole dream. I felt wretched, I was deteriorated. I screamed harder expecting my friends to hear that screaming of mine. No one –no one was there to help. My friends left me to myself, they turn deaf ears and ran off. I mean, I could still see their shadow before my eyes turned blank. They were the last thing I saw that night. Just a night they said, but that night made me realized the kind of person they were. All I could thought of during that time was just to stab myself to death, he could have just let me die instead, rather than making me suffer that day. I passed out during that moment he was on me. I woke up an

This time my sleep is plagued by nightmares and dreams alike. But I only remember one dream, that still plagues my mind when I wake up. I cry out from shock as I am pulled out of the nightmare. My whole body is trembling and I am covered in sweat, which has drenched my clothing making them stick to my body. The image still haunts me, Ash calling out my name, his hand reaching down to grab my hand as I fall. Then suddenly the dream freezes and words appear in the sky in blood red writing. ‘There coming’ then it flickers ‘were coming, be ready.’ Then suddenly I am falling again, than just before I hit the ground it blacks out. That’s when I woke up. I lie there as still as possible, too scared

I had no way to connect to the outside world since I started working as a slave named Zero here in Daemon’s mansion. I had gotten used to living like this but the nightmares were new. It had started occasionally, the once-in-a-blue-moon stuff, but over the past few weeks, I had been having them more frequently, and since the start of this new week, it was now a nightly ritual and I didn't know why it was happening. It was different from the dreams I first had during my first nights in the dungeons. They were dreams of my fear and the guilt would rip right through my heart. But these were different, there was something I couldn't figure out whenever it happened. These were terrorizing dreams

[Rachel's POV] I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding in my chest. The vivid images from my dream lingered in my mind, replaying like a haunting movie. A lycan and a wolf locked in a fierce battle, a woman and a little girl running for their lives. The terror of the chase, the slashing claws, and the echoing screams filled my ears. It was a recurring nightmare that had haunted me since childhood.

Akira replied, then down from the guardrail and stood in front of Lee Umji. "It must have been quite a while after waking out of the coma, before she came here, right?" Lee Umji guess thought of something. Akira nodded slowly. "How do you know?" Lee Umji took a deep breath. "I think Kim Hana wrote the Daydream script like a will. But before finishing it, my body fell back into a coma."

Maya was in the supply room, counting soap, because apparently romance was dead but hygiene had survived and become everyone’s problem. “Bitten?” she asked. “Doesn’t look it.” “Armed?” “Knife. Bad one.” “Intent?” “Mostly desperate.” Maya put down the soap. Then Miles added, “Says his name is Dex Hartley.” For one second, the room became very still. Not outside. Outside kept being outside: wind against corrugated metal, distant dead dragging themselves through streets they no longer had appointments in, someone swearing near the water tanks because gravity remained a bastard.

Wires snaking out from a dirty black box blinking with every second. There was no sound, or screaming. Only the image and time. My hands started shaking. “Dominic?” Diego asked. “What is it?” I couldn’t speak. “Dominic.” Matteo stepped closer, his voice sharp now. “What the hell is it?” They crowded around, trying to see. My fingers couldn’t move. The phone trembled in my grip. Then another ping. A message popped up across the screen. Marry me properly this time. 24 hours. Or you’ll collect their ashes.

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.