Dream Of Shadows Novels & Stories

She didn’t want to see the end of the world, the dreams of wars and death haunted her. “So, tell me these dreams you've had?” Abey said walking to the window. “Well, I see war, lots of people die. I see you and me questioning what we've done or been through. I know we're supposed to have four people helping us. I doubt they either know about us, or they haven't found us.” Gabriela said playing with her shoelace. “Once they've found us, I think the demons will get our location too. I didn’t want to admit to this, but I dreamt we'll end up in Colorado for some reason,” she said with a sad face.

“See the truth in your strength, but beware the cost. Shadows cannot be destroyed they only wait, and they remember.” Aria’s chest burned, sweat beading along her brow, hair plastered to her face, yet she did not relent. The shadows pressed again, more aggressively, their whispers sharp and mocking, trying to erode her focus. But with Damon beside her, guiding, warning, and lending strength, she was unstoppable. Finally, the tendrils recoiled, shadows dissipating like smoke in sunlight, leaving the forest silent, mist curling lazily now, almost peaceful. The figure, however, remained, watching, waiting, its expression unreadable.

she struggled for the word, her vocabulary still developing despite her advanced perceptions, "...wobbly. Shadow-people make wobbly places more wobbly until tear happens." Alex had approached, his expression grave as he listened to the child. "She's been saying similar things all morning. Something about shadows making holes and light needing to fill them." I knelt to Sophia's level, my expression gentle but serious. "Sophia, these shadow-people you're talking about—have you seen them before? Not just today or yesterday, but any time?" Sophia considered the question with surprising solemnity for a toddler. "In dreams," she finally answered. "They walk between patterns. Push and pull until sp

The Heart gasped. "That's you." The End nodded slowly. The vision continued. The younger Dreamer looked down at the little shadow. And smiled. A smile filled with affection. Filled with purpose. Filled with hope. The Dreamer's voice echoed through the memory. "You will remember." Silence. The little shadow tilted its head. Confused. Curious. The Dreamer continued. "When stars fade." The vision shifted. Silver galaxies appeared. Then vanished. A cycle beginning. A cycle ending. The Dreamer's voice remained gentle.

The moon… It's part of this, too. A sudden memory, sharp and clear, appeared in my thoughts. Was it a dream? A vision? A shadowy figure, fully cloaked, using a power that felt strangely, deeply familiar to me. A power that bent and obeyed their quiet command. The whispers grew louder, a deep hum. Who could that be? Shadows. They weren’t just the absence of light, the void where nothing existed. They were a real force, a weapon, a shield. My force. A clear, cold understanding cut through my lingering fear. I can make them do what I want.

He had already gone to sleep but was awoken by a disturbing nightmare. In that dream, he was writing down notes while observing the roses in his garden, when suddenly the skies turned red and shadows crept from the ground. He knew he was dreaming and yet, he couldn't wake himself up. Panic had started to build up in his chest as he clutched on his pen, hoping it'll be enough to protect him. The shadows were starting to crawl towards him, making him fall unto the rose bushes filled with thorns that painfully pricked his skin. He was struggling to get up as he felt the shadows reach him but his shirt was stuck. The dark beings were grabbing every limb of his body and started to engulf him. Air

It wasn’t just the incident with the mysterious shadow that haunted me…the strangeness of the night, lingering sensations of pleasurable night. The thought of being pulled into something far greater than I could comprehend…it was the dreams. The mysterious shadows plagued my mind each night, reducing me to a fragile shadow of my former self. The lines between reality and dream blurred, and I felt like I was slipping, losing myself. Ashley and Alison tried everything they could to snap me out of it. They threw themselves into cheering me up, whether it was movie nights, spontaneous ice cream runs, or even planning outlandish adventures for the holidays.

The Fourteenth Seal flashed. Liana's breath caught. "It knows me." The voice answered. I DREAMED OF YOU. --- The words spread through Liana's mind. She suddenly saw a place. Not the Origin Realm. Not either universe. Not even the emptiness between worlds. A dream. A single thought becoming existence. She saw the First Dream. It had imagined light. And the First Light had appeared. It had imagined darkness. And the First Shadow had followed. It had imagined endings. And the Devourer had been born.

His chest pressed against my back, and for a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to relax. With no other choice, I drifted into an uneasy slumber. In the realm of dreams, a woman appeared before me. She was striking, her blue eyes sharp and piercing, her dark black hair cascading over her shoulders like liquid twilight. Midnight blue and silver wings shimmered behind her, their delicate edges glinting like starlight.

She hurried to the slightly open bathroom door and slumped over the toilet bowl. Fifteen minutes later, she got up, washed out her mouth and splashed water on her face. She went back into the bedroom and sat on the bed. The photos were scattered on the bed and she began to cry. She cried so hard. Who was this man she was about to get married to? The man in the photos was cruel, heartless and without a soul. NO! This was not her Philip. He was gentle, loving, caring, always there for her. The door opened and Suzie walked in with bags and put them on the dresser. She looked at Maddy, frowned and then smiled. Jackpot. “Ahh I see the wheels turning in your mind. You are questioning the Philip in