Dream Bleeding From Mouth Novels & Stories

Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. That was just the beginning. Bam! Boom!

I took in a steady breath, trying to calm myself down. Just before I was about to leave the room, Liam jolted into his bed. I stood frozen as I looked over at him. He wasn’t waking up, but his body had stiffened, and it jolted once more; it was like a spasm. Then blood began to ooze out of his mouth.

I'm scared to look at my body, I already expect small bruises on my body, but this dream doesn't look like I'm just going to end up with just small bruises. I was drenched in my sweats, my bed is not only wet, it is soaking wet. Likewise, I hesitantly looked over my body, and I was right, I don't only have bruises, but I also have big cuts, but the cuts are very visible to other people. I have to apply a band-aid before the bleeding could stop. “If this nightmare continues, I'm going to surely bleed to death in my sleep.” I muttered, making my way to the bathroom to take my bath.

Victoria helped me stand, supporting me as I rinsed my mouth at the sink. My reflection looked terrible…I was pale and sweating, my eyes looked too wide. She led me back to the bedroom and made me sit on the edge of the bed. “Tell me what happened,” she said, sitting beside me. “What did you dream about?” I tried to remember the details, but they were already fading. Slipping away like water through my fingers. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Blood. Someone was dying. The smell of…” I stopped, my stomach threatening to rebel again.

It just kept hurting repeatedly. The more I kept recalling the dream I had, I puked, trying my best not to faint, but my heart kept aching. The door opened before me, revealing Caspian as he walked up silently to me. “Are you alright?” He then switched on all the lights in my room, and as soon as his gaze fell on me, his eyes widened. “Why is blood coming out of your mouth?” he came to me and held my head with his hands. What was he doing to me?

Chapter 13: Blood Moon Nightmare Liora's POV The scream tore from my throat like a dying animal's last breath, ripping through the silence of my locked room. My eyes snapped open, but the images from my dream, no, nightmare clung to my vision like blood on silver. Fangs. Red eyes. The taste of copper on my tongue.

I had taken the pain killers given to me awhile ago, so physically I was fine, at least for now. "We are close!" Imade announced quietly, glancing at me before looking ahead again. I began to sweat. The air conditioner was doing absolutely nothing for me. The headache was threatening to come back again. I touched my head tentatively, feeling the small bump on my temple. If I feel this way, how would poor Eyare feel. All that blood. I instinctively turned to Imade. "Please tell me, how is my husband? There was blood everywhere and I heard a crunch, as if his neck got broken or something."

I'm like set on fire. My gums itched then hurt. I just realized that a fang had grown here. Am I dreaming? Why does everything seem so real? My gum pain got worse. It itches. Hurt again. It reached up to my head. I swallowed it because of the pain. Strictly. Strictly. It's like there's a tendon in my head that's about to burst. Still holding my head, someone grabbed my hair and it was pulled out. When I looked at it, I realized that my hair was falling out and it was hanging on my long nails.

You discover a new side each day. "That was what happened earlier. Although, I wasn't expecting it." "Is this all that has been happening? Any signs? Any spells?" I became more curious to find out more. There is more to this than it seems. She exhaled deeply and cleared her throat. She stared into the blank space, looking at nothing in particular. "I have been having scary dreams. The moon has been bleeding. The smell of blood was everywhere and I was always alone in an empty place." My heart pounded erratically in my chest. Fear gripped me and my feet suddenly became cold.

It was no longer the stranger, not the faceless shadow pressing me into sheets and tearing me open with a hunger that left me shaking with intense orgasm. No. This time, the dream hadn’t been about feeling this toe curling sensation that has me waking up sweaty, panting and all wet. It had been worse. Way worse. Enough to make my saliva taste like blood, and breathing feel so hard that I had no other choice but to hold my breath. I saw myself sprawled across a cold floor, my body wrecked, blood pooling beneath me. My own blood, sticky and warm, sliding and melting into the ground, spreading until I couldn’t tell where it ended.