Dream Of Bleeding Eyes Novels & Stories

I pull myself away from the dying man quickly, resulting in me falling to the hard floor roughly and knocking me into another horrifying scene. This time the scene around me is already in chaos. Blood coats the earth that surrounds me, leaving the once green clearing to be a dark shade of red that shines brightly in the blaring sun. My eyes close tightly, my chest squeezing me from the inside, making it difficult to breathe. Tears stream down my cheeks in rivers as the constant death that has haunted my dreams continues to play out. I refuse to open my eyes and watch anymore death, even when the feeling of a sword sinking deeply into the center of my chest and the howling crying from someone

She was looking damn pretty and happy as if she had owned all the worlds in this universe. All of a sudden the scenario had changed and the girl was lying in a pool of blood gushing out of her heart like a river, while there was a dagger which pierced her every bone and rib cage and attacked over all the valves and corners of that pumping organ. She was looking scary and in deep pain. But her eyes were blood red and were struck over a certain direction. Scarlet was feeling like she was a spirit and was witnessing everything. Before she could turn towards the direction at which the lying girl's eyes had been pointing,. .... she was snapped out of her dream and hurriedly sat over the bed swea

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

Whichever way, she was alone. Her consciousness slipped into a trance, even while her eyes were closed, and she began seeing a vision. There was blood flying high in the air, staining the moon in the sky a crimson red. The sound of women crying filled the air, and people screamed in pain and agony in every corner her eyes could reach.

I take this time to compare his eyes with the Golden flame that I saw in my dream just now. Am I thinking about him so much that I have started to dream about the colour of his eyes? The thought is frightening and it makes me avert my eyes away. Gradually, I recall what I did. I sit up in the bed and look down at my body. Blood is everywhere, on my neck, my stomach and I feel it on my face as well. Some wounds are still bleeding but nothing hurts deep inside me. It’s like all my bones have healed and I am not sure how. Maybe, I never broke any bone.

Not just wet, it was wet with her blood. I began to cry profusely, not knowing what to make of the scene, and that was when I came to. My hand went to my face, and I saw that I shed tears into the real world. I couldn't comprehend what the dream I just had was. Who were those couples? Why did they appear in my dream? And why did the woman bleed so much like that? Tired of thinking about it with no answer in sight, I opened my eyes. I was surprised to see that everywhere was dark already.

Ruby. The word whispered back to me. The way Drayan had said it, soft but edged with recognition. Like my eyes weren’t just mine, but something he already knew. I squeezed them shut, hating the thought. When I finally drifted into sleep, it wasn’t rest. I had a terrible nightmare. Dark, heavy ones. A woman with ruby eyes like mine, only older, sadder. Blood dripping from her lips. There was a blade connected to her stomach as she stared at me with pain.

The bath refreshed her, soothing her tired muscles. After blow-drying her hair and settling into bed, Wynter closed her eyes, only to see those mesmerizing blue orbs before her. She wished she could help but realized everyone carries their own burdens in this world. Sabrina's words echoed in her mind, reminding her to focus on her own challenges amidst the sea of others' struggles. Despite trying to escape from those beautiful eyes, they persisted, wanting to convey a story. As she drifted off to sleep, for the first time, her dreams weren't plagued by betrayal or worries about the future. Instead, someone else filled her thoughts, offering a respite from her usual concerns.

. She tried to pull his hands away when the pain became unbearable, but he kept his eyes fixed on her. His eyes had turned into a dark, almost black void that seemed capable of swallowing her whole. "So there is someone? And I wonder who that unfortunate man is—the one fate has placed within my reach..." Finally, she managed to yank her arm free with force and anger, shouting at him: "Nader, can you stop interfering in my life already? Now get out before someone sees us like this!"

This is so weird, I can feel his emotions as if they are my own, I don’t know that I have room to feel more in this moment. “Bad dream?” Zander sits up in front of me and cradles my chin in his palm. His eyes scan my face and his alarm at my outburst rings through my body. “No. No, it wasn’t a dream. It was another vision.” My bottom lip trembles as the visions of bodies and rivers of blood re-play in my mind. My eyes begin to sting as tears threaten to spill. I tip my head back, in a useless attempt to get them to flow backwards.