Dream Of Bleeding Eyes Novels & Stories

I looked back into his eyes and noticed how his beautiful green eyes turned blue as ice. I jolted awake from my sleep breathing heavily. I sat on the bed and touched my forehead which was soaked with my sweat. My heart was pounding wildly against my ribcage and I could feel my head hammering too. I clutched my head with my palms tightly as it was aching terribly. "What was that? What kind of dream was that? And who was that in my dream? Daniel? Daniel's eyes are like that. I think I'm thinking too much about him."

She stopped fighting it and as slowly as the droplets of rain came on her body, so also did new blood arise inside her veins. Images of her mother, Chloe, Tina, Brady, her father, Zeidan, and lastly her daughter flashed through her closed eyes and it was as if the wind that blew on her came together with strength. As she flung her eyes open, they were no longer red but a mixture of red and blue with stringing lighting of white. Her eyes looked like a ball of lightning or a cackle of electricity. She clenched her fist and dug them into the floor. The first one, the second one, slowly. Lyne could hear the swooshing of blades behind her, and cries of men who get killed. She didn't see anything

Raising my hand, I slide my fingers through his hair and down his chiseled jaw with a whisper, “In my visions, there’s this girl named Bree. She’s older than us. She’s thinking about her class at Cal State and her sister. She’s on the phone with some girl named Zoe. It’s dark outside, and she’s walking to her car when it happens. She drops her stuff on the ground by mistake and kneels down to pick them up. But then something hits her on the head, and everything goes blank.” Kell’s brow furrows as he takes my hand. “Did you see anything else?” My throat clogs as I recall the night’s events. “Yeah…” I croak out. “…she saw red eyes before she passed out. They’re the same eyes that I saw in my o

My father and uncle stood together, their expressions haunted by sorrow. "Dad? Uncle?" I called out, but my voice echoed without a response. Suddenly, their eyes met mine, filled with sadness. They seemed to share a secret, then silence stretched, and then a mournful cry pierced the air. The scene shifted, and I witnessed a heartbreaking scene. One of them, I couldn't discern who lay lifeless on the ground, surrounded by blood and people t. The others wept, their tears blending with the damp earth below. Before I could comprehend the meaning of this surreal vision, the dream twisted into a nightmare. The once serene clearing transformed into a battlefield. The air was thick with the metallic

If anything, it grew sharper. My heart thumped painfully against my ribs, hard and frantic, like it wanted to break free. Sweat clung to my forehead, dripping along the side of my face as I struggled to suck in a shaky breath. The dream flashed behind my eyes again. That sky. That moon… glowing like a bleeding wound in the heavens. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to calm my racing mind. A Blood Moon… Why would I see that? Why now? Another breath trembled out of me.

Until my throat was raw and my eyes burned and exhaustion dragged me under. But even in sleep, there was no escape. I dreamed of grey eyes closing. Of blood on my hands. Of a bond going silent forever.

He settles against my chest. "What was the dream about?" Ronan asks. "The moon was bleeding. Trees were talking. Showing me things." "What kind of things?" I don't wanna tell him. Don't wanna say what I saw. "Bad things. Things that might happen." Ronan gets up and comes over to us. "Just a dream, baby." "Was it?" "Course it was. Dreams ain't real." But my hands are still bleeding. And the baby was glowing. Dreams don't make you bleed. Dreams don't make babies glow.

My nose was bleeding. “it wasn’t just a dream,” I whispered hoarsely, dread creeping into my bones. Images slammed into my mind without warning. Emmalaine kneeling before a dark altar, her head bowed as shadows wrapped around her like living things. The Alpha’s crest burning, melting into flesh. Children screaming. Death. So much death. I clutched my head, rocking slightly as the visions faded, leaving me trembling and hollow. “Goddess,” I breathed, my voice barely sound. “What have you done to me?”

Sleep didn't come. Instead, nightmares bled into my waking hours. I saw myself in the healer's hut, blood soaking the sheets beneath me. I saw Carlos holding a tiny, still form, his face twisted with grief. I saw Elena's face superimposed over Layna's, laughing as poison coursed through my veins. I gave birth in my dream and the baby was born with an eye punctured. In the worst dream, I was holding our baby, but when I looked into their face, Elena's black eyes stared back at me.

I was pressed against a broad, warm chest, the scent of pine, smoke, and something wild and electric wrapped around me. My vision allowed me one last look at the world but I was too weak to scream for help. I would know those red eyes anywhere, that allure for danger. That bloodthirst. But my vision was dimming finally giving in to the exhaustion. “Mate.” That was the last word I heard, then darkness. ~ Women screaming for help. Children crying. Blood everywhere. I bolted upright and cried out as my head exploded in a dizzying pain. I was panting, realizing that it had only been a dream that the infamous Varic the terrible known for his crimson eyes would save me much less call me his mate.