Dream X Corpse Novels & Stories

I immediately grabbed his wrist and checked for a pulse, but there was none. “What the fuck have I done?” I cried. I buried my face in my palm as I sat on the floor, but then I began to hear a spilling sound. I lifted my head up sharply just to realize Cruz was releasing. “Fuck,” I mumbled as I bounced on his cold, stiff body. I blinked sharply at his hard cock, I can't believe his cock was still erect. Fuck, dead people has the hardest dick, I must say. “Did I just make a corpse cum?” I murmured as I rammed his dick into my pussy and rode him a few more times before I jumped off him and picked up my dress and hurriedly put it on.

I couldn’t risk leaving it on my bedroom knowing full well how his noisy ass will read it all and risk myself not seeing any vision again as my aunt said. I sat down on a single, bright yellow seat with my feet dangling on the armchair as a comfortable smile escaped my pink lips. This has to be my favorite place so far. My eyes scanned my handwriting as I read every single definition I found. To dream of a corpse coming back to life suggests the ability or willingness to put something behind you and move on My corpse being burned was the first thing I saw, but what could I possibly put behind me and move on? My past? My human life?

She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but her mind was plagued with terrifying images of Selena and her army of the dead. In her dream, Lady Victoria found herself in a dark and ominous forest. The trees were twisted and gnarled, and the air was thick with the stench of death. She could sense that Selena was nearby, and she was conjuring something terrible. Lady Victoria followed the sound of chanting and found Selena standing in the center of a clearing. She was surrounded by the corpses of werewolves and vampires, and they were slowly rising to their feet, their eyes glowing with an eerie blue light.

Amora's cheeks were reddened by the sun, looking beautiful and adorable. When Liam saw her like that, he looked away so his wolf wouldn't get out of control. After that Apollo gave another important piece of information, “I just got news from our envoy coming to the Deroine pack. He said that Mr. Doron had found the identity of the corpse in his base.” Amora was shocked. 'I didn't hear wrong, did I? A corpse?’ This was the first time she heard the word corpse after she arrived at this house and it was after she was auctioned off at Mr. Lee's club.

Standing here, one no longer needed to imagine what hell must be like. Cordia was picking her way through an endless sea of dead men’s bodies, piled to her knees and higher. She looked into the eyes of every single one of them. Sometimes, she had to turn them over to get a good look at their faces. Occasionally, parts of their corpses would stain her hands with blood, body tissue, maggots. She would try to wipe the stains away on her dress, but they would not come off. No matter how hard she tried to make them clean, her hands stayed dirty.

He must even know where my mother is right now. I would face him immediately and demand to know her whereabouts. Nothing else mattered. I didn't bother putting the contents back inside the case. I got a hold of the staff, but as my hands grazed the strange objects surrounding it, something resembling live electricity passed though my finger tips and raced into my veins as warmth infused my entire being. It moved from my fingers and swept to other parts of my body, making me sweat profusely. I got up and made to walk to the door, but dark spots began to dance in front of my eyes and I felt terribly weak and dizzy.

The company instantly began to feel a fearful dread at the direness of the situation looming over them like a specter. "You will all... have to die..." The reanimated corpse croaked with a hollow and chilling voice, sending a shudder across the entire company. Before they could even react, the Corpse Champion, like a predator set on its prey, pounced at them with the speed of an arrow. He reached the first man in a blink of an eye, immediately punching him so hard that the poor man was tossed into the air with blood splattering everywhere. It was almost unbelievable and surreal that a Core Forming Realm cultivator was so ignominiously tossed aside by the Corpse Champion like a ragdoll.

The colleague beside me asked her, “How do you know that?” Yvette smiled faintly and answered bluntly, “I never had the chance to mention it before. I am actually a corpse whisperer. I can sense the spiritual world, hear the whispers of the dead, and know what they went through in life.” In an instant, the world spun around me, and my vision went black. The scene was exactly the same as in my previous life. From that day onward, Yvette’s identity as a corpse whisperer spread like wildfire. She became a sensation.

A really weird, really vivid dream. Except succubi didn't have normal dreams anymore. Elder Markov had mentioned that during one of his visits, something about how her kind experienced the dream realm differently. She'd been too overwhelmed learning about energy manipulation and enthrallment to pay much attention. Now she wished she'd listened. Eve carefully extracted herself from Damian's grip, holding her breath when he stirred but didn't wake. She needed to check on Silas, needed to confirm that what she'd experienced was just her imagination running wild and not....

Roland cowered, letting out miserable screams. "Stop!" Christina yelled, shoving me aside and pulling him into her arms. "Have you lost your mind, Dylan?" Seeing the murderous frenzy I was in, she grabbed a metal bar from the table and smashed it down on my head. Blood streamed down my forehead, blurring my vision. I staggered and collapsed onto the floor. Before losing consciousness, I saw Christina wrap her arm around Roland protectively, then leave without another glance back.