Dream Hiding From Someone Novels & Stories

My eyes flash open, pulling me out of a terrifying dream of shadowy creatures with red, glowing eyes. I try to shake off the horrific images. I'm on a sofa or maybe a bed; something soft. I can hear whispering or maybe someone praying. Mentally pushing away the layer of cobwebs from what feels like years of sleeping, I have to squint and refocus when I look to my right. The whispering is coming from Dominic, who is kneeling next to the bed. He looks up as if he knows I'm awake and nods once before taking a few steps back.

He cried until his throat hurt. Until the sun rose. The worst dream came during winter. In the dream he was standing in a garden covered in snow. Dark flowers grew beneath the frost. Someone stood beside him. Close enough that their shoulder brushed his. He couldn't see their face. But he knew two things. He loved them. And they loved him. The knowledge existed inside the dream as naturally as breathing. There was no doubt. Then the person smiled. Turned away. And disappeared into the falling snow. Aiden woke with a gasp.

“It won’t happen overnight, mind you. But once the guild heads back out for their pack audits in a couple of weeks, I’ll be able to get you out of here.” She nodded, pushing the last of the food around her plate. “Why are you doing this?” The question caught me off guard, although I wasn’t sure why. I’d known it was coming eventually. I thought about brushing it off, telling her it was just the right thing to do. But the words didn’t come. Instead, I shifted, staring at the lantern flickering between us. “I’ve been having dreams,” I admitted, the words sounding strange even to me. “For years now. About a waterfall.”

My chest felt tight, like the night was squeezing it all out of me—everything I couldn’t say. Eventually, my eyes drifted shut. And in that drowsy haze, right before sleep pulled me under, I felt it— Another presence. Not Liam’s warmth pressed against me. Not his soft, steady breaths. But the quiet gravity of someone else standing near. Watching. Unmoving. I told myself not to open my eyes. That if I didn’t look, it wouldn’t matter. That I could stay in my pretend world just a little longer. So I didn’t look.

They shoved her out the door. Liz woke instantly. Her eyes scanning the dark room. She could hear Elena's soft snores next to her. Liz leaned up on one arm, glancing in the darkness beside Elena for any signs of Kris. Her heart sank as she saw the empty spot on the bed. Elena shifted slightly in her sleep, murmuring something intelligible. Liz settled back down, wrapping one arm around her as she attempted sleep once again pushing the bizarre dream out of her mind. ***

I muttered, pulling my hoodie tighter. She frowned. “Eve, you’re scaring me. You need to stop bottling things up. Secrets don’t stay secrets forever.” I shot her a sharp look. “Neither do lies. And everyone around me seems pretty good at those.” Agatha didn’t press further, but her eyes lingered on me, filled with questions she didn’t dare ask. That night, when I finally drifted into sleep, I dreamt of Ian. His face, blurred in shadows. In a cold and commanding tone, he said. “You can’t hide from me, Eve. I always find what’s mine.”

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

She says sternly, I moved to hide under the covers of my bed pretending to sleep as I watched her fuzz before walking out closing my bedroom door with a click. Waiting to hear the doors of her room close I then sit up on my bed, allowing myself to finally breathe. What just happened!! I finally got a taste of Vadim, and he was tasty, and he was hungry for me, but he’s also dangerous, and it’s quite clear that I might not come out unscathed from whatever it is we were playing at.. But I dont care at this point! He was everything I dreamed of and more…

She had thought Lily was a professional scammer who wouldn't flinch when she was acting, but it turned out that the woman still had a bit of conscience in her, and that was why she kept having such nightmares. But maybe it was not real conscience? Maybe Lily was just too afraid that she would lose everything if Dahl found out about her lies, and that was why nightmares haunted her, right? “It was just a bad dream, so you shouldn't act like a coward just because of that, Mrs. Vester,” Vivian replied calmly. “But if you want to protect your subconscious from such nightmares, you might want to try putting a photo of Mr. Stefan Dahl under your pillow. You said it was him who came to see you slit

The vividness of it had shaken him to his core, and part of him couldn't help but wonder if it held some deeper meaning, some unresolved truth buried within his subconscious. As the days passed, Liam tried to put the dream behind him. He immersed himself in the preparations for the wedding, attending to the myriad details and responsibilities that came with his role as Alpha. Leah was resolute in ensuring that every aspect of their union was flawless, and Liam couldn't deny the allure of their future together. But beneath the surface, a nagging doubt remained. The dream had awakened something within him, a yearning for answers, for closure. He couldn't ignore the possibility that there were