Dream Of Shadows Novels & Stories

My skin tickled with sparks, my eyes widened when something akin to shadow crawled up my legs, slowly moving up and the electrifying sensation it gave had me curl my toes. "W.. what..How are you doing this?" I asked, equally surprised and afraid.The shadows crawled up from beneath the valley of my breasts, till it creeped up my throat.I held my breath still, afraid as Maddox moved towards me with the feeble, powerful grace of a predator stalking its prey.The shadows were following him from behind as if they are under his control.It could be the case but how is it even possible? A delusional part of me says that I am dreaming, I am somehow stuck in my dreams but every other sane part of my mi

She sent Ordia off as well to fetch another item, and Ordia for a moment locked eyes with him, she seemed to be pleading with him, but he didn't know or particularly care what she was asking for. Thalia and Koin arrived before Ordia returned, and Koin set Thalia down beside Iyla as Rehida started to talk "The dream state can be dangerous to young travelers, we call it taking a walk. You can walk from one place to another in a straight line, from England to Egypt if you wanted to, all you need is a link in the real world, some tangible memory, something as simple as a photograph can work." She took a deep breath and Connor looked up to notice the candles around her as well as other things, ap

the Moon’s voice hummed, a vibration that ran through bone and blood, through muscle and nerve, not heard with ears but felt with every fiber of her being, “you have walked among shadows today. You have observed, corrected, guided, yet you still carry your own fear. Let the shadows speak to you, let the near misses reveal what cannot be seen in the light alone.” Lyra’s chest rose and fell, and the memory of the young wolves, flinching, hesitating, nearly colliding, nearly faltering, unfurled in her mind like a ribbon through the clearing. She felt the pulse of Cinder, a quiet grounding warmth beneath her skin, and Solstice coiling with her instinctive vigilance, both weaving together with th

Not when everything I’ve built, everything I’ve sacrificed, is on the verge of unraveling. The dream had been unsettling, but there was something more, something dark and unnatural about it. The way the shadows had shifted around me, how Dorian's words had wormed their way into my soul, making everything feel more fragile, more fleeting than I’d ever imagined. I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t just a dream. It felt like something more, like it was real, a message from somewhere beyond.

Every step was fraught with danger, and the air crackled with tension. As we neared our destination, a sudden realization struck me. The Shadows were not just an external threat. They had infiltrated our lives, entangling themselves in our past and present. We had unwittingly played into their hands, dancing to their tune without knowing the full extent of their control. The final confrontation loomed before us as we entered a vast chamber bathed in eerie blue light. The enigmatic leader of The Shadows stood before us, a figure shrouded in darkness, his identity concealed. His voice reverberated through the chamber, chilling our bones.

Lysander's eyes were wet. I will not choose, I said. Then the shadow will consume you, Lysander said. And when it does, it will use the bond to consume us too. That night, I dreamed of the shadow. I was standing in a field of ash, the sky black, the ground cracked. The shadow stood before me, wearing my face. You see? it said. We are the same. You and I. Both hungry. Both alone. I am not alone. You will be. When they realize what you are becoming, they will leave. They always leave.

The moon hung high over Nighthaven, its silver glow casting deep shadows through the dormitory windows. In her bed, Zoe’s breaths slowed, her consciousness drifting as sleep took over. But tonight, there was no quiet darkness; instead, she was drawn into a world alive with silver mist and haunting echoes -a dream, yet much more than a simple dream. This was a vision.

It only cares about survival. --- That night, I dream of the Veil. It’s a place of shadows and whispers, of shapes that move just beyond the edge of sight. The twins are there, their light a beacon in the darkness. But something is wrong. The shadows are closing in, their tendrils reaching for the twins’ light. I try to scream, to warn them, but no sound comes out. The shadows wrap around them, swallowing their light. I wake with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. The twins are asleep beside me, their breaths steady and even. But the dream lingers, a cold weight in the pit of my stomach.

They were the manifestations of our deepest fears and doubts, conjured by the forest’s magic. The first shadow lunged at Nikolai, its form shifting into a specter of his past failures and regrets. Nikolai’s rapier clashed with the shadow, each strike seeming to strike against his very soul. With a fierce determination, he fought through the visions of lost opportunities and missed chances, emerging with a resolve that burned brighter than ever.

Julian’s hands around my throat. “No—no—” I gasped, clutching at my head, desperate to force them away. Draken’s voice whispered through the visions. “Shadows lie. Shadows corrupt. They will turn every love into hatred, every hope into despair. And still you must stand.” The illusions grew worse, a tide of madness. I saw myself alone in the forest, torn apart by unseen beasts, Lyra walking away arm in arm with another. I saw my own hands drenched in blood, my father’s crown on my head, the bodies of my people piled at my feet.