Dream Of Bleeding Eyes Novels & Stories

he explained trying to reassure me. “No!” I snapped at him then sat back, “You don't get it. I have been having the same fucking dream for months now, and each time I have it, more stuff happens. It's becoming clearer every time,” I said as tears continued to run down my face. Tristan raised his hand up to wipe away my tears, but I slapped it away. I wanted to finish telling him about my dream. “The guy you were fighting with had jet black eyes with a red glow. He killed you, then told me I will be his. I tried to kick his ass, but he vanished into thin air before I could get to him.”

It was as if her feet were in an invisible lake of quicksand, sinking fast. When she tried to look around, all she saw was the forest or herself in it. She realized that she could no longer see herself clearly. It was as if someone was painting her picture onto the back of her eyelids, making her blindfolded. Or maybe it's not her eyes that are blindfolded. Maybe everything around her is just painted by itself. She wondered what color her eyes would be when she woke up after this nightmare. Her hazel-blue eyes are black. Maybe black means 'dark' or 'darkness'. She couldn't remember the word.

the tears where purring down my eyes like an over flowing river and now all i could see was her. The memory from my last dream started to resurface. I could feel myself drowning into that pit of darkness over again, i could feel the oxygen being sucked out of my lungs, i could smell the fear and desperation of that little soul searching for the light but ends up being swallowed by the darkness. I could see her eyes, her blood red eyes hunting and tormenting my fragile soul. "Dianna!" a masculine voice sang. Every where was fuggy now, i could not see anything but the tormenting red of her orbs. "Dianna your eyes!".

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'

Insanity is visible in her eyes. Like a ghastly lady hugging herself in a corner of the room that is enough to fit ten families from the border. Morrigan seemed to be so small in her room, however, she could feel how the cloud of fear grows within her. Making the room feel like it was smaller than it was. Her dreams haunt her, the way Colfre remained motionless in the middle of the rubble and the aftermath of war. With him kneeling as if he was praying, with a dagger piercing his heart, and her beautiful hazel eyes void of emotion and life. A corpse left to be kneeling upright to the gods. The crows in her dreams are like vultures, watching the surroundings below them keenly, waiting for the

I took my blanket from my house so I hugged it tightly, he rolled his eyes and opened the door wide enough tir me to come in, I smiled and went in almost immediately. "What's really wrong, winter?" He sat back on his living room comfy couch. I let out a sigh, the remembrance of it alone makes me shiver. "I had a bad dream, I saw blood, people were dead, and then there were these women, both in white and red, it was confusing, there was blood everywhere." He patted my back slowly and that's when I knew that I was shivering and I had tears rolling down my cheeks. "Calm down, you are safe now." He whispered and dragged me closer.

I don’t know, nothing of what is going on I can understand. Is this a dream? How come it’s so vivid? I watch what is happening through my heavy eyelids and almost blood-red vision. My breathing slowed down as the first thing that caught my attention is the man, kneeling on the floor, his face and body are covered with blood and yet his eyes dangerously shone in the light like a beast that is ready to die in a fight.

Again no recollection whatsoever of the object it destroyed but its beautiful, sacred and angelic. If anything, she recalled those eyes. The eyes were full of sadness and despair, and the only thing she could tell before waking up was that they were directed at her. A chill shoot through her body as she shivered in her huge bed, all alone. Talia tried to go back to sleep after such a weird dream, but it proved difficult until she started thinking of those haunting eyes again.

His vision saw through the walls of the cave, out to the rivers, passed the lush forestry, the barrier, the small mansion, and landed on the familiar figure carrying a baby with purple eyes. This did not happen to the man alone. A lady in the north in brown feathery dress, and the old man in a white robe with white long hair and beard, all snapped open their eyes and sent their vision towards the heart of the Ompus wilderness. What they saw all made them utter the word, "Pureblood." Greed shone upon their listless eyes. .... Raze sensed three dangerous glares of iev and was awoken from his drunken joy. He turned to look at the air. There he found, three different orbs floating in the air. Th

His golden eyes softened, but his jaw clenched with anger. “Nothing will happen to them,” he said fiercely. “Not while I breathe. Not while I have blood to give.” Tears spilled down my cheeks. “I’m scared,” I whispered. “I’ve never felt anything like this before. I don’t even know what the Dreaming Blood is. I don’t know what I’m becoming.” Ferris cupped my face and looked into my eyes.