Novel & Cerita Dream Fighter

she said, reaching for my hand. "I'm sorry. "I said, squeezing her hand, "Alright, let's have it." "alright. So, it wasn't just a nightmare you were having. And, likely, all that you were dreaming about was possibly happening in real-time, someplace else." "and Damien? Who is Damien?" "well, Damien is the name of the master who toys with his members' minds. As it is, it seems like he might be looking for new members. He got one of my warriors today, and he almost killed a child."

Daphne gasped, drawing in a deep breath as she awoke. She blinked frantically trying to clear out the remnants of the dream. She felt exhausted from having multiple dreams since one night. She sighed, closing her eyes to compose herself. She could hear the distant sounds of the castle coming to life—servants bustling about, the clatter of dishes in the kitchen, the occasional bark of a guard's command.

Quinn glared at Serena, frustrated. “Mom? Why is Quinn calling you Mom? Could it be… Is she really…?” I clutched my chest, feigning heartbreak as I stared at them. “Stop pretending! You already knew about me and Lannister, and you know he’s not dead. This is deliberate murder!” Quinn lunged at me, trying to wrest the gurney from my hands. Her eyes blazed with fury as if she wanted to tear me apart. I stood still as she approached, but when she reached for the gurney, I extended my foot and tripped her.

My dreams always seemed to end in his dark eyes, glittering in the gloom overwhelming me once more. I also dreamt about the cages. The ones Alpha Wicknace owned and kept in Celstar town, ready to use. Large, rusting metal cubes that were probably from a dog pound originally. I woke up sputtering, choking as I dreamt I had been captured, bruised and bleeding paraded around to the jeering townsfolk like a horror film.

Clearly, I am in a nightmare, and it is all because of that stinking movie. Shaking my head, I take a deep breath and decide that I am going to walk out of the bathroom and wake myself up before this dream has a bad ending and I end up dead. However, once I open the door, a sudden gust of wind hits me, and I fly backwards as the tornado rips through the apartment building, and everything is decimated in its path. A few days later, I wake up and feel so much better till I look around and realize that I am lying in the bathtub of the apartment and my foot has been severed.

Only recently had I begun to think that some of these dreams were real. With this new perspective, it was no surprise that I saw Dante in a different light. In my dreams, I'd seen him be threatened and manipulated. One could even argue that he'd been physically abused. He had been denied medical treatment until he'd fulfilled the wishes of his tormentor, a man known as the Collector.

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

Layla spat. "Try it and watch me." he smirked. "Let her go. SHE'S MINE!" Nick screamed at Craig. "Asshole!" I yelled back and everyone seemed surprised at my outburst. "You want me? Come and get me!" I taunted. I was done being afraid of him. I was going to fight for my freedom. I was going to fight for my happy ever after. I was going to fight for Craig. I was going to fight for my mate.

A dark figure I couldn't quite make out began fiddling with the lock on my cell. "Who are you? What do you want? Listen, I," The door swung open with a squeak. "Dante?" He caught my eyes and let out a breath. "Dude, you would not believe what I've been through." *, let me know if you want to see a pic of Dante or Ben cause I've only shown you ideas for Carrie in the beginning. :)

"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