Dream Mirrors Novels & Stories

He had never truly cared enough about me to examine the engagement token carefully. Nevertheless, I remembered it perfectly. "The pendant has two dragons wrapped around a ruby. The goldwork twists their bodies together around the stone. And there's a tiny yellow mark on one side—a small flaw." I had worn that pendant constantly until I turned twenty. Every detail of it was burned into my memory. Nova lifted the pendant and examined it from front to back. Then she turned and smiled at Ryder. "Even if it is Lyra's… I kind of like it now. Do I have to give it back?"

Mira appeared, pursing her lips. “You should stop eavesdropping on people's conversation” “I wasn't eavesdropping, I was just…… I'll leave then” “Wait! There's something I want to ask” “Is this about your dreams?” My brows knitted into a frown. “How did you know?” “I've been here a while before you woke up. I saw you whimpering in your sleep. What do you want to know?” “As you can already tell, the dreams are really bad but do I need to be worried? They're just dreams…. right?”

Yet here, in this quiet morning light, Damian’s mother was becoming something she had never known: a guiding presence. Still, beneath her joy, a ghost stirred. She remembered her dreams, those visions that came to her in whispers of sleep. They had always been cruel, showing her flashes of darkness she couldn’t fight. Blood on marble floors, laughter that turned to screams, love stolen just when she reached for it. And sometimes, in the middle of all this happiness, fear gripped her: what if the dreams returned? What if fate had only given her this calm so it could rip it away again?

* Jane Dankworth * I did not notice the exact time I fell asleep, until the memories of what happened came to haunt me in dreams. A scream, coming from me escaped my throat, though in the dream, I couldn't tell it was me until the echo broke through the dark. I was again back in that office, the shadows bending like hands reaching for me. There was a smear of blood on the glass, my heels slipping against the floor, and someone was shouting my name but I couldn't find the door.

Since we arrived here, she had been having recurring dreams, and although I always asked her what they were about when she came awake, she found it difficult to tell me. I didn't force an answer from her because her eyes often looked haunted. I presumed the dream hadn't been a pleasant one, and she didn't want to talk about me. I, on the other hand, was a different case. It wasn't as if I never dreamt. I do, but it was all centred on Damon. I wondered if it was because I had been thinking about him too much lately. That was the reason I saw him in my dream. The only time I had seen something different was yesterday. I was in a room filled with mirrors…

This time my sleep is plagued by nightmares and dreams alike. But I only remember one dream, that still plagues my mind when I wake up. I cry out from shock as I am pulled out of the nightmare. My whole body is trembling and I am covered in sweat, which has drenched my clothing making them stick to my body. The image still haunts me, Ash calling out my name, his hand reaching down to grab my hand as I fall. Then suddenly the dream freezes and words appear in the sky in blood red writing. ‘There coming’ then it flickers ‘were coming, be ready.’ Then suddenly I am falling again, than just before I hit the ground it blacks out. That’s when I woke up. I lie there as still as possible, too scared

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

she said, nodding. I couldn’t explain it, but for the past two days, something had been wrong. The bad dreams—no, the *nightmares*—had taken root in my mind, making sleep feel like a battleground. Each time I closed my eyes, I saw fragments of terror, disjointed and suffocating. Flames. Screams. And worst of all, my mother’s face, twisted into a cruel smile as she… set me ablaze. The memory of that dream alone made me shiver. *Why would I dream of Mom like that?* She was my safe place, my sanctuary. But now, even the thought of calling her filled me with dread.

The moon hung high in the inky sky, casting a silvery glow through the curtains of Aleena and Aarav's bedroom. The room was peaceful, the only sound being the gentle rustling of leaves outside the window. Aleena's peaceful slumber was suddenly shattered by a nightmarish vision that twisted her dreams into a realm of fear. In her dream, she found herself standing in a desolate, shadowy landscape. Whispers of her deepest anxieties seemed to surround her, and an overwhelming sense of dread gripped her heart. She tried to run, but the ground beneath her feet felt like quicksand, refusing to let her escape.

-A dream? we did not observe anything, the tracker said that perhaps it was an indication that Juana never existed, in light of the fact that in addition to the absence of artifact it is the way in which Mrs. Victoria assured him that she has not had dreams related to a girl who does not remember and that in her clinical records there is nothing to say that she has even been pregnant. Just like that, in an insignificant part of a second, he figured out how to stifle the sensation he'd gotten in an entire night.