Novel & Cerita Dream Mother Dying

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.

"Okay. I'm listening." Seraphina took a deep breath. She had planned to wait, to find the right moment, to somehow soften the blow. But her brother deserved the truth. He deserved to know exactly what was coming. "I've been having dreams," she began. "Terrible dreams. Dreams about the future." "Dreams?" He frowned. "Sera, you know those don't mean anything. Dreamwalking is just—" "These are different." She grabbed his hands, squeezing them tight. "I saw you die, Donnie. I saw Mother die. I saw Father die. I saw Shadow Creek torn apart by a monster wearing a handsome face."

This was dead serious. "¿Qué pasó esta vez, Yara? (what happened this time Yara?)" She sounded so relaxed. I could understand that she had been through worse, but I was freaking out. "Mamá, soñé con él. Él estaba en mi suéno y era tan jodidamente real. Incluso mató a Lane y le disparó a alguien y él- (mom I dreamt of him. He was in my dream, and it was so bloody real. He even killed Lane and he shot someone and he-)" She cut me off.

I stood up too. “Do you even know what a childhood dream is?” she screamed, unleashing all her fury on me. If I’d gotten any closer, she might’ve hit me. “I’ll tell you.” She climbed halfway onto the table, her voice trembling with rage. “When you dream of your dad dancing at your wedding—that’s a childhood dream!” she shouted. “And do you know what happens to childhood dreams?” Her voice turned bitter. “They vanish. You know why?” she continued, now standing and yelling. “Because your dad dies suddenly.” She realized what she’d said and sank back into her chair. Then she started crying—something I’d never seen her do before.

I scream, my voice cracking completely as my hands reach out across the dirt, but my vision blurs with a heavy darkness. As my consciousness fades away into the dark, my ears faintly hear Brooke’s wild cackle and Grant’s deep, hoarse alpha voice shouting to the warriors, “Forget about my body! Save Mars first!” My soul feels like it is plummeting straight down into a giant, endless abyss in the mountains. My wolf body is just suspended, falling forever and ever into nothingness. In the dark dream, I see my dead mother drifting further away until her face vanishes completely. I also see Jessa Moore and my little twin cubs waving goodbye before their bodies disappear into the white fog too. My

"Nightmares aren't something you control." He doesn't move from the bed. Doesn't try to leave now that I'm calm. Just sits with me in the silence. Minutes pass. Maybe five. Maybe ten. The quiet is comfortable. Not pressing. "Want to talk about it?" he asks finally. I shouldn't. Should keep it locked away where it can't hurt anyone. Where it can't make me vulnerable. But the words come anyway. "The rejection ceremony." My voice is rough. Raw. "I dream about it. Over and over. But in the dream, the baby dies. The bond breaking kills her and I can feel her dying and I can't stop it."

“Oh I get it!” I exclaim after a few minutes of silence passes. I get up from the wooden chair that she helped me sit on when I lost my balance when seeing her face. I start walking around the room , trying my best to make sense of this sudden appearance of her. “This is all a dream…I am still unconscious and having a dream of you…” I earn a sigh from her . “Rose-“ I cut her off. “Or!” I continue. “…or…I am dead. The mysterious woman has handed me back to Alexander and he has killed us all in our sleep , which makes sense as to why I am seeing my dead mother….” I look to the wolf who licks it’s paw , while sitting by my mother’s feet.

She asked with the hope of me reconsidering it in her eyes. "That's the only way," I said and she held up a finger. " I had a dream. I had a dream, Daniel. Everyone was dying and you weren't there. And I was taken. This is the second time a man in my dreams is telling me he'll destroy me." She said and I gave another sigh. "It's just tension," I said and she sighed in return. "It's not tension Daniel." She protested and it took a long while before I was able to persuade Kimberley.

She whispered. Lara parted her lids open, scanning the whole room. I remember... I remember everything.. she panted. Perfect.. Mother Colia said... ***** Beth woke up, panting hard. Another dream??.. For the past two days, she has been having this dream and in all her dream... She dies. Her heart shattered bitterly... It looked real. She stood and walked around in deep thoughts. The gods doesn't want her to hurt the Queen. She has to stop, her life is on the line.

I won’t find her until I die. I search her eyes, my hands trembling as I cup her face. My voice is hoarse, cracking. “ It’s a dream. ” It has to be. Because my Elita is not coming back. Not now. Not ever. Pain erupts in every part of me. It consumes me, drowns me, chokes me. And no one is there to help me out, no one to save me from it. But she is here, crying, sniffling, biting her lip.