Dream X Corpse Novels & Stories

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.

And with that she turns from the doorway and makes her way down the hallway, I listen to her footsteps receding and the soft chatter being exchanged between her and Cooper. After that I go back to my sulking, and decide to sleep until three. Though my sleep is filled with strange emotions and dreams, I feel well rested when Lyrica wakes me. But to tell you the truth I don’t feel like me. That’s when I look at my body, and to my horror I’m in Coopers body. How is this happening? I ask myself. But that is to no avail, there is no answer.

Jake threw up there. "What the hell, Ben? If you want to show something, show it! I don't want to stay here," Jake growled. But I hardly notice him anymore. I just stared at the corpse. I feel like seeing a dead body. I first noticed the split stomach of the corpse. This is what I saw earlier on Segeant Sales' camera. Its insides and vital organs are gone. I noticed that his fists were tightly clenched. For a moment, I seemed to feel the pain the victim experienced while sucking his blood and flesh. The victim's face was completely destroyed. It is unrecognizable. But I know him. I can't be wrong. He is Maia's VIP customer. I looked again at the snake tattoo on his neck. I saw there two smal

The man was ridding her roughly. "yes, screamed my name.., louder" he groaned. They both went wild in the room. The soundproof did a good job as her noisy weird screams filled in every corner of the room. * After hours of crazy sex, Nicki slumped her eyes shot as darkness consumed her. Alex pulled his long dick out of her planting his eyes at her core. He flecked to the camera on the wall with a visible smirk. * He crushed his lips on her breast giving it a bit"ahhh" she moaned in her sleep.

Not even Ai, I never see her in this situation. The doctor went further. "The feelings of the imagining touch of someone's hand on your body. In your daughter situation, the imagination has led to sex." "What!" We reacted to the heartbroken news the way we can. I never once in my life heard of this. Oh my goodness! "Does this happen due to ones recent experience?" The detective asked. "Actually, yes and no. My knowledge on this," the doctor gasped and turned to Ai. "It happens if one is reacting to an overdose drugs. In her case, she is reacting to a strong sleeping overdose drug."

His lids grew heavy, drooping lower with each passing moment until, at last, sleep claimed him too. Then, the dream came for me. I wasn't expecting it, yet it found me all the same. Once more, I lay sprawled atop a mountain of corpses. The stench of death clung to the air, thick and suffocating, as if the very ground beneath me had been soaked in blood for centuries. My fingers trembled as I touched the bodies beneath me—cold, lifeless, unyielding. My breath hitched. And then—he appeared.

However, in the dream she touched the thing, running her hand over its cold, smooth surface, across the thing's closed eyes, nose and slightly opened lips. Pulling the silk away had revealed the face of a corpse. Rodriguez's corpse. Janice woke up, not with a sudden start like in a movie, but with a gradual surfacing as if she had been submerged in murky water.

At the back of their mind a voice whispered, 'You are a coward. ~*~*~ [Erica] She dreamt of limp bodies lying on the forest groud. Their faces blurred and unrecognizable, but she knew the place. It was the Blackmist Forest. Even in her dream she shuddered with fear. Were they...? No! this was a nightmare and she was soon going to wake up. She did wake up, gasping and sweating. Xavier had woken up as well. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" he asked worriedly, taking a sweat slicked palm in his.