Dream Bleeding From Mouth Novels & Stories

“I think I just had a vision.” Finn draws his eyebrows together “What was the vision?” I again shake my head, not wanting to recall the visual I had just witnessed in my sleep. “Uh, screaming, blood. Lots of blood and smoke. There was a big bang…” “Like an explosion?” Xander asks, glancing at me again through the mirror.

"Am I dreaming?" "I don't think so," I whisper, squeezing his hand to show him I'm right here. I want to take that fear and sadness from his face. But it didn't come out as strongly as I would like. It sounded like my voice was being scraped over sandpaper. Why is my mouth so dry? I swallow hard, trying to moisten my throat, but it doesn't seem to be doing any good. I feel dehydrated and dizzy. I tip my head to look at his beautiful face trying to come up with an answer.

He struck my face one more time, and I felt my soul leave my body. “Alpha!” Anna screamed, making me inhale deeply. She tapped me again, forcing me to sit up. “What's wrong with you?” She asked, and I looked around, taking the glass of water that was on my side table. I took three long sips, before placing the cup back on the table. I nodded at her. “I'm okay.” “Then why are you bleeding?” She asked, pointing at my face. I froze immediately. The same thing had happened the last time I had that kind of dream.

the doctor droned in a professional tone, clip board in hand. I felt like shit to say the least. It was early morning the next day after Michael had brought me to the hospital. I had blacked out as soon as we got here and woke up with a bandage around by jaw and head, plus an excruciating pain on the lower part of my mouth. The worst part about this is I couldn’t talk too much or yell at Michael after he had so blatantly humiliated me last night.

Mia wondered. She fell off the stairs and fainted, then she was brought there? She mentally asked herself this, almost rolling her eye balls in their sockets. And then, the pains she was feeling on those parts that she was punched and kicked. It couldn't have been more real. "So that wasn't a dream, huh?" Mia directed this to no one in particular. She was trying to convince herself that, it wasn't. Because she could still taste the iron after taste of blood in her mouth. She discern she had sustained an injury in her mouth from the punch she received from that guy. And then, the headache as well.

We had been through a lot, and we just wanted some peace, but as things were, peace seemed to be drifting away from us quickly, and I did not know if I could hold on to it any longer. I woke up and looked at my husband sleeping peacefully. He was handsome even in his sleep, and I wondered if I looked that good while sleeping because often I wake up and realise I have a bit of drool on the side of my mouth. Talk about sleeping with your mouth open. I have been doing a lot of that lately. I was yet to tell him my dreams. I was yet to tell anyone about it because I was scared deep down that they weren't dreams, but visions, visions of what was to come.

Droplets of blood from my bleeding lips and nose descend on me, my vision slightly becomes blurry. His finger cups my jaw, pressing in. His face pulls further, with his tongue, he licks off the blood on my lips. Having a taste of it, his face brightens up in a smile. “So the rumor is true. She doesn't have a wolf, and can’t heal,” he sneers, and my heart slowly breathes.

Jade cried out, waking up in a start. Seeing the familiar surroundings of her room, she was momentarily dazed. 'It was just a dream. Caelan is still alive. He is still alive.' Jade patted her chest, not wanting to experience the heart-wrenching feeling from the dream again. Sitting in front of her vanity, she realized her eyes were swollen from crying. Her hair was a mess, and her face looked pale and lifeless. Touching her sunken cheeks, Jade let out a bitter laugh. She had driven herself to this state.

It was that the dream had changed. Before, just as the bomb was about to go off, the scene would change to Jade Firefly—dancing, laughing, teasing me with that damned smile of hers. And just before we share a kiss, she would vanish. But last night… it has been totally different. In the dream, when she appeared, she smiled at me from the door. And then blood will begin to pour from her mouth. Thick. Dark. Endless. She would stagger, her body shaking, before falling to the ground right in front of me. And whenever I looked up—

My ribs are screaming, my face is throbbing, and my vision is fucked. I don’t know how long I’ve been lying here, half-conscious, barely breathing. The taste of blood is thick in my mouth, coppery and disgusting. I can feel it dripping from my busted lip, pooling in the corner of my mouth, but I don’t have the strength to spit it out. The room is quiet now. I can still hear them moving around, their boots scraping against the floor, their low voices muttering shit I can’t make out. "Still breathing?" someone asks.