Dream Of Bleeding Eyes Novels & Stories

One night, I found myself waiting for the needle. A week later, I didn’t even protest. I just turned my head and closed my eyes. And then the dreams started. Terrifying. Surreal. Filled with colors I couldn’t name, sounds I couldn’t understand. I saw my baby crying in a pool of blood. I saw Morgana laughing with my husband, both of them raising a glass. “You ruined her, Max,” she’d say in the vision, licking her lips. “But I finished the job.” I woke up screaming.

I will be back Scarlet. I dreamt. I dreamt of those brown eyes staring at me with immense hate. I dreamt of fangs and blood. Of those fangs in my throat, drinking from me. I dreamt of a red thread, tying me to something. Someone. Yet I could not see who. My soul and something deeper within me cried for him in recognition. Ours. Mine. I dreamt of the earth's decay. The visions from the crown had succeeded in haunting my dreams too.

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

It thought to have reside deep within, spread to who-knows-where after trully materialize into existence. “Bloody,” the plea of voices filled my mind, “gore!” I stumble upon, catching my breath as I cough a mouthful of blood. I wouldn't able to question what's just happen, I merely look through the bottom of his eyes, the deep sorrow and longing was the only thing that keeps me from trying to breath. There's something in that eyes that I couldn't fully understand, a mystery that fell me into unresistable agony. Or was it a desire?

he said as I was arching my eyebrows. “Oh, do tell?” I said as I was smiling at him. Aiden was looking at me before he shook his head. “You would not believe it,” “Try me,” He took a deep breath before I was waiting for him to continue, “I dreamed that your eyes were bleeding black and you attacked the cronies that my boss was coming at you to rape you. I tried to stop it but I was being stabbed in the stomach. It seems…so surreal that I don’t think I was dreaming at all,” he said as he sighed.

Chapter sixteen. Gabriele's POV. They were back, the nightmares, and this time around, with a vengeance. It was clear in this dream, which only happens very rarely. I could see the blood, hear the raspy screaming and the wailing, the begging, and finally her wide open eyes as they stared at me. My lily stared at me, dead. Her once bright eyes were now dismal and distant and most importantly, dead. Her body was battered. I was trapped in that cycle, that vicious cycle. It's like it was being played in my dream on repeat.

I hugged myself, not being able to look him in the eye. "Longer, actually…" I said quietly, but he heard me. He straightened himself before moving a bit closer to me and placing a hand on my leg, "Please, tell me." He said sweetly, I nodded. "Ever since I was a girl, I've had these strange dreams; at the start they were just of me running until I came to a halt with hundreds of eyes staring at me." He sat silently as I spoke, "Then they became different," he gave me a curious look but I continued, “It started showing both the vampires and werewolves and recently, in every dream, I’ve come close to death. And for some reason, for the past two nights, there’s this red moon that keeps popping u

assistant"> Seeing blood instead of tears flowing from a vampire's eyes left Jane in shock. She had always wondered whether a vampire could ever cry. Ever since learning of their existence, they had always seemed like creatures incapable of shedding tears, as though sadness never manifested the same way it did for humans. Yet somehow, it seemed they could cry after all. Not with ordinary tears though, but with thick crimson blood that slowly streaked down their cheeks. Somehow, the sight looked even more heartbreaking than actual tears, making it difficult for her to look away.

Immediate. “Violence,” I said. “Blood. Something we aren’t prepared for.” Color drained from her face, and I regretted opening my mouth. “The coronation?” she asked. “I don’t know. The visions are open to interpretation.” “That’s not comforting.” “I know.” I kissed her forehead. “I’ll figure it out.” She looked like she wanted to argue, then pulled me closer instead. We lay tangled together. She fell asleep. I did not. I stared at the ceiling as the vision replayed behind my eyes. White light. Screams. Blood. The white wolf with silver eyes.

“No, no—shit—hold him! Hold him down! He’s bleeding too much!!” Someone grabbed me. Hands trembling, pushing against my belly— Trying to stop the bleeding. But it wasn’t bleeding. It was gushing. Flooding. My vision blurred. Everything turned red, then pale. My shitty life flashing before me. The fights. The yelling. The betrayals. The lies. The nights I wished I wasn’t born. The mornings I wanted to disappear. And then... A light. Bright. Massive. An explosion so intense it swallowed the dark. And then—