Dreaming Of Coughing Up Blood Novels & Stories

I had woken up hyperventilating and covered in blood in my bed, something that made me let out a deafening scream. It was my first time having such an experience. What gave me the shock of my life was the news of the same man I had slaughtered in my dreams making the headlines in the whole of the United States. I literally killed the man in my dreams, and the man died in real life. What's worse is me waking up covered in blood that's not my own despite not leaving my bedroom the entire night.

Troubled dreams haunted my sleep, visions of my children in distress and a sense of impending danger. When I finally managed to drift into a fitful slumber, the night was heavy with darkness. But even in my dreams, I couldn't escape the feeling of unease. As the hours passed, I was jolted awake by something cool and wet landing on my face. Startled, I opened my eyes, heart racing, and looked up. Blood. That was the first thing I saw, blood written on the ceiling in an ominous message. The crimson letters seemed to seep into the very air, delivering a chilling warning that sent shivers down my spine.

Black spots overtake my vision and my body begins to feel heavy. I cough and bring my hands to cover my mouth. I slowly move them out the way and notice that they are covered in a bright red color. Is that…my blood? “Adrian…” I weakly call out and reach for him. Right at that moment, my world turns black, my body plummeting towards the ground.

I coughed weakly yet warm mucus spurt out of my mouth. “Fangs and claws, Luna! You’re coughing out blood!” Blood? I looked down but my vision was blurry and it kept getting worse. The urge to cough increased and I could not stop myself from coughing incessantly. My vision blurred out, my body weakened and my hearing lessed. All I did was cough while Rosa cried out miles away.

I tried to take in a breath of air but started coughing up blood. Each breath I took burned making me cough more as my lungs quickly filled with blood. I instantly heard Julian's cries in my head as he tried to link me. I felt his pain and the terror that he felt as he felt me get stabbed. I tried to respond but I couldn't focus on the link, I couldn't open it on my end to respond. I could hear Julian as he cried and pleaded for me to respond. Damien quickly dropped to my side with tears running down his face. He brought a shaky hand over my chest not sure what he should do.

I wanted to ask for help, but I couldn't call out. Suddenly, I felt a thick lump in my throat which was coming up to my mouth, knowing I couldn't hold it, I bent to the side of the bed and vomited out everything which cleared my mind a bit. I looked at the ground and was shocked to see the red spot. It was my blood! I felt fear grip me. I looked at the ground in a daze. It's been long since I had this dream, these dreams had faded away since the day Kennedy started sleeping next to me. But it seems the name of that pack brought back memories again. Those painful memories.

His eyes caressed her face. “I can’t believe we’re here now and it’s all from a dream. If it is still a dream, I don’t want to wake up, Jennah.” He cocked his head to the side. “Just say yes so my heart will get out of my throat and settle back in my chest.”

I say, my voice sharp with worry. He pulls away from me, sitting up in bed as the coughing gets worse, his hands flying to his mouth. I sit up beside him, my heart pounding in my chest as I watch him, completely helpless. And then I see it—blood, smeared across his hand, dripping from the corner of his mouth. “Shit,” I mutter, my heart lurching. “Zane—” He coughs again, his body convulsing as more blood spills from his mouth. He looks up at me, eyes wide with panic, and I can see the fear in his expression—the same fear that’s coursing through me right now.

I said, stretching my hand out to hold his face and he let me. Mean Alex was not pushing drunk Kat away and I was so happy. Although I wasn't that drunk, my head throbbed so badly and my eyes were hurting as I pinched it and rubbed it now and then. I relaxed back on the car seat close to Alex and he rubbed my cheek. Sleep was beginning to take over my little car of drunkenness. "I have been having these weird dreams." I began and looked around. There was no other person in the car, so I leaned closer to him.. covering the sides of my mouth so the imaginary people would not hear whatsoever I was trying to tell him.

But then, in an instant, the atmosphere shifted, and my nightmare came crashing back to the forefront of my mind. Adolph began to cough, a sudden and violent fit that left him struggling for air. My breath caught in my throat as the dream that had haunted me became a chilling reality right before my eyes. Panic surged within me, an overwhelming flood of fear that left me frozen in place as I watched him suffer. "Adolph!" I cried out, my voice quivering with a mixture of desperation and terror. I rushed towards him, my hands shaking as I reached out, unsure of what to do. His coughs continued, each sound a painful reminder of the nightmare that had tormented my sleep.