Dream Glow Novels & Stories

“ We are here” The deep voice informed, I stirred in my sleep and yawned loudly. “ Wake up!” The person said again, a little bit deeper. “ Yes?” My eyes fluttered and I immediately shut it. Too bright. I covered my eyes with one hand, using the other to hang on to Aghan's back. So I fell asleep. The short naps I was having had me worried but I haven't really slept properly recently so I guess it should be expected.

I was eager for slumber to rescue me from the madness. It wasn’t long before Marc entered my dreams. He tried to talk reason with me while sticking to his ludicrous story, but I forcefully pushed him away. For the first time since the dreaming began, I was in control enough to say, “no more”. Marc’s face reflected his sadness and worry as he faded away. I wondered why it took me so long to discover I had this power while my mind drifted off into the wells of oblivion.

She activated her ability and tried to heal him, but her powers had no effect on his wounds, so she could only stop consuming her energy and tried different methods instead. She tended on Dior for years and it became a habit for her. She watched him sleep, despite not seeing chest falling up and down. “...Wake up soon.” She whispered, filled with begging and wishfulness. * Dior felt he was floating in a place with never-ending darkness. The place was extremely cold, but as if there was something supplying him with warmth, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He was floating, and kept wondering how long will this take before he could finally go back to the light. He didn't even know how long

She ogled at me angrily as tears threatened to dropped down her soft cheek. "Lov–" She hanged up her hand towards me and rushed back to her room. ~~~~ How are you viewing "nightmares" How is this going to end? 😶😶😶😶 ©Lharry's pen

The temperature drops and my breath creates a fog in front of my face. The glow begins to pulse over my body like a malevolent spirit. My vision blurs and fades, and a terrible weakness overtakes me. It feels like all the energy in my body is being drained. The oxygen in the room begins to wane. I feel like I’m drowning. I try to reach for every bit of air that I can, but it only gets worse. I’m suffocating, and there’s nothing I can do. The glow intensifies, nearly engulfing my whole body. I take one last life-sustaining breath and gaze into the flaming eyes of my nightmare. The eyes gaze at me in an almost penetrating way. If I can name the emotion coming from the shadowy form, I’d say it'

"Now, what happened to her?" Nathan was going crazy, both of his wives were lying side by side on the bed and he had the face filled with fidgety all the while. The dragon flower was being dipped in the water and as soon as it changed its colour into a blond shade, Siren and Chapelle were making the Ladyship drink the golden water. While Willow had just examined Raya Blackmark and turned with her twinkled eyes to speak, "My Lord! It's a miracle!"

"Khloe, are you insane?!" "You're the insane one, Liam! I hate you!" Tears welled in my eyes as I glared at him. He opened his mouth to curse me again, but when his gaze met my tear-reddened eyes, he faltered for once, confusion flashing across his face. Yet the drug's effects surged through him in relentless waves, and he reached for me, trying to pull me into his arms. I shoved him away as if waking from a nightmare. No. I would not let the tragedy of my past life repeat itself.

The light from the Soul Flower blooming in the physical world shattered the boundaries of reality, sweeping across the dream world like a purifying tidal wave. Colors returned, the sky became a night blue speckled with stars, buildings regained their true forms, and thousands of tethered souls fell to the ground, jolting awake from the collective dream with gasps of breath and tears of relief.

I hit send, my heart thudding against my ribs. Almost instantly, the screen lit up. Damon: Do you? I blinked. Aria: Do I what? Damon: Wish I was holding you tonight? My thumbs hovered over the screen. And then I typed, without hesitation— Aria: Yes!!! Sleep refused to come. I tossed and turned under the blanket, my skin too warm, my thoughts too loud. The pendant lay on my nightstand, still glowing faintly like a soft heartbeat in the dark. Every time I closed my eyes, the dreams came rushing back—forests burning, silver eyes watching me from the shadows, flames licking at my fingertips like they knew me.