Dream Symbols Fire Novels & Stories

I sighed and went to get clean pajamas out of my room, then went to the new room he’d said was ready and crawled into yet another borrowed bed. My eyes refused to close as I lay there looking at the ceiling. There were too many ‘what if’s’ going through my head for me to find sleep, too many fears. Was Zander mad at me for catching fire in my sleep? Would I catch fire in my sleep again? Would his sleep spell stop my flames the next time I caught fire? Did this mean my unwanted powers were growing?

I had earlier on made a constructive prophecy that came out of simple imagination and suspicion about something relating to cold and ice on conjunction with the winter. Seemed I was right though, I’m always right. The winter comes with unimaginable cold, sometimes overwhelming and brutal. We all know that living things like to take cold substances but in ourselves, we don’t want to get extremely cold as the substance. How dare venture into the ice road or ice water, seems death is beaconing on you. No one with his or her right senses goes in contact with ice. That’s the same way it is with our lives. When we are cold within, we scare people away likewise when we are too hot. Life needs to be

He hung the phone up and gave her a searing look that set her whole body on fire. The story continues with Part 2 - From a Dream

It all felt too real. The fire. The pain. The voice. Him. A sob slipped from my throat before I could stop it. I pressed my hand over my mouth, trying to hold it together, but I couldn’t stop the trembling. The way the dream stayed with me—the heat, the ache, the burn. Why? Why would I dream of that? Of burning? And his voice… I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing a deep breath. But the moment I did, I heard it. Rain.

"Our love and strength will see us through. We’ve faced worse than we can imagine, and we've always come out stronger." I leaned into him, allowing his words to bolster my spirit. Looking down at his hand, I noticed that the symbol was burning brighter than I had ever seen it, and the thought came to me. Maybe the wolves in my dream were warning me about something coming for Alexander. I swallowed deeply, praying that I was wrong and that my dreams were just from stress.

“First, I need you to know, dreams can be very real.” “What do you mean by that?” I ask, stepping closer to her. My attention was captured. “All I mean is… dreams have meaning in them, Dee. You don’t just dream stuff for no reason. A lot of people think dreams are like foreshadowing, visions, if you must. I myself am one of those people. I take every dream I have very seriously, and I suggest you do too. Do you understand what I’m saying?” She stares into my eyes, and tightens her grip on my shoulder as though that’s going to make me understand better.

But then the fire reached him. Flames licked up his legs, his arms, his chest. He beat at them in panic, but they clung like cursed oil. He screamed, clawing at the fire, but it only grew stronger, consuming him as thoroughly as the others. His scream cut through the dream like a blade.

Evelyn said nervously as soon as we met. I crouched down and hugged my daughter tightly. "Violet, tell Daddy, what did you dream about?" Violet looked at me, with a hint of fear in her eyes. "Daddy, I dreamed of Mommy, but I couldn't see her face clearly. I dreamed of a sea of fire, and many people were crying and screaming. I saw you fighting in the fire, but everything was swallowed by darkness." These words made my heart tighten. I knew that Violet's dream was no accident. It foretold the huge crisis we were about to face.

“Didn’t want you to wake up alone.” Evelynn smiled. “You’re impossible.” “I’ve been told.” They sat in silence for a moment, the air still between them. Then Evelynn whispered, “I dreamed of fire.” Aiden turned his full attention to her. “It wasn’t like before,” she continued. “It didn’t burn me. It danced. Like it was waiting for something. For me.” He nodded. “That’s your blood calling. The fire doesn’t just live in you—it listens.” She swallowed hard. “So what now? You said something about training.”

RAY I could feel the heat and see the flames flickering in my vision. The fire was spreading and I thought maybe this was the day I was finally going to take my last breath. The smoke was vastly limiting what I could see. I could hear somebody crying out for help. I followed the sound to the source. There was a young man barely out of his teens trembling with fear who looked too much like me. That was when I knew that was ME. This was the day if the accident that I caused with my stubbornness that led to the death of my parents . I'm running, my heart pounding in my chest. I can hear the crackling of flames, the sound of shattering glass. I try to scream, but my voice is muffled. I see my pa