Dreaming Bird Novels & Stories

Tiny little things flying above, birds and butterflies satisfyingly beautiful creation of natures,’ Ever since Tian Su saw the memories from the two men inside his head, everynight he could not stop but dreamed about those two adult men again. Having a deeper mute conversation and an exhausted night together in the bed full of comfortable white and red soft, fluffy blankets with a design of lotus flower.

the birdman said angrily, secretly feeling that perhaps William's words were true. The birdman and the other gray wolf had little contact, and they weren't even considered friends. But when he was a child, the birdman dreamed of being a good flying bird. Once, he was practicing in the winter and fell into a lake, almost freezing to death. At that time, a very young gray wolf passed by, picked up the birdman with his hand, and casually threw him aside on the snow.

she admitted. “Something else, I have had a recurring dream of this big bird not like a dragon, but a huge bird and it was surrounded by fire. I felt like this big bird wrapped its wings around me and I was not afraid,” she explained. “When I looked closer at the bird in my dream, I could see a woman’s face. It was like a memory from my past. I always felt the fire bird and the woman both symbolized my mother. I never told anyone because I thought they would think I was crazy,” Alicia told Cory, watching his reaction.

Somewhere outside, a bird called once, then fell silent. She lay still, her hand pressed to her chest. Her heart was beating too fast. Her skin was warm. She realised she had been dreaming .The dream clung to her like cobwebs. She could still feel the wings. The weight of them. The freedom. And the man. The one who winked at her. She could see his face clearly the amber eyes, the dark hair, the easy way he moved. She had never seen him before. She had never seen anyone like him. She wonder who he is,

Two vivid dreams had unfurled before her recently, each filled with symbols and meanings that tugged at her consciousness like a half-remembered melody. In the first dream, she and her loyal companion, Luna, were frolicking freely like carefree pups, racing through the heart of a lush, vibrant forest. The air was rich with the crisp scent of pine and earth, intermingled with the sounds of laughter that bounced off the trees and the gentle rustling of leaves playing in the soft breeze. But then, like an ominous shadow creeping into the brightness, the scene morphed. Aria’s heart raced as she spotted a woman, standing at a distance with an intensity in her gaze that pierced through the joyful

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

There was no bird. “What?” I whispered in fear. Why did I keep having dreams where I hurt people? And then, suddenly it happened so fast. Something hit my window and fell in. I craned my neck to the side and saw a crow. It lay lifeless on the floor and stiff. As though it had died from the cold. Before I could understand what was happening, a crow flew in through the window and aimed at me. “Don't,” I whispered. But what bird understood wolf language?

The familiar sights and sounds of the park had morphed into a fantastical landscape where magic reigned supreme, and every corner held a new adventure waiting to unfold. In his dream, Theo soared through the skies on the back of a majestic phoenix, its fiery feathers shimmering in the sunlight as they glided over a landscape of shimmering lakes and emerald forests. The wind whispered secrets of ancient legends and forgotten tales, carrying him on a journey of discovery and wonder.

I hoped I would be able to find my way back, when it came time. I let birdy take the reins. Letting her guide me. I look up to the shy, the full moon staring down at me. Jasmine vines claw at my hair, as we canter by. I reach up and run my fingers through the low hanging vines. Dusting my hair in flowers. I grab a vine, and absently make myself a flower crown. I lean down and drag my fingers through Birdy’s coat. I lose myself, in the motion. Feeling the muscles move underneath me. The smooth rocking of the canter. A trail opens up a head. As if the forest has parted, just for me. As we head along the new found trail. I see what looks to be a bright light. As we get closer, I see it’s not a

She didn't want to stay in this room where what she just lived was so vivid. Declan carried her to his room, placing her gently between the sheets before getting in next to her, holding her against him with his arm about her shoulders, her head resting on his chest. “Now, tell me about your dream, Gemma,” he coaxed. She shivered at the memory of it. “It was the car crash… the one that killed my parents. I saw it again… everything… And the way the car rolled over and over… I was unconscious before the car stopped turning.”