Dreams Lie Beneath Novels & Stories

I asked surprising myself. “What!?” I wanted to press on but I restrained myself, I really needed that name, I don’t know why I needed the name I just know I need to get it. The last time, well the only time a dreamer’s name was discovered it led to the destruction of realities… “Realities?” she asked I sighed “What I’m about to tell you must not leave the walls of this room, I warned, there are different types of plains in the world, this part of it only holds ample to zero amount of power”

She lay there for a moment, catching her breath and grappling with the lingering emotions the dream had stirred. The dream had been a chaotic swirl of darkness, with shadows that whispered secrets of hidden fears. Jette tried to shake off the unease that clung to her like a phantom, but the residue of the dream lingered, a ghostly reminder of her subconscious struggles. Throwing back the covers, Jette swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her bare feet meeting the cool floor. She took a deep breath, attempting to ground herself in the reality of the waking world. The room felt both familiar and foreign, as if the dream had left a subtle imprint on her surroundings.

“See? Basic stuff.” Blaine and Adelina were strolling through the garden and around the house that Wednesday afternoon. He had asked her to narrate what it was like when she was unconscious. Some of the patients he had treated explained sob and quite horrifying stories of their woeful experiences in the 'dark room'. While only a handful had peaceful moments. Adelina seemed to have experienced a little bit of both. "Is it odd that I want to go back to that place? I mean, sometimes I just miss that peace and quiet."

"Yes! I'm dreaming and I've been here for almost two days. I slept fine thinking I was going to wake up in my real life, but I am still dreaming. I find Tessa and Pearl here as handmaidens. strange. My father is a King, My mother is dead, and you... a Prince. It is very frustrating, I miss my Mom my friends, my life, and I don't know what that story of a stupid Diamond is supposed to mean to me!" She panted breathlessly, after pouring out the load in her heart. Dexter's mouth hung open in astonishment. "You are right, I won't understand." Ruby put her hands back on the rail and hung her shoulders in disappointment, at herself. Expecting someone in her dream would understand what it was like

She nestled beneath the covers, allowing the weight of exhaustion to embrace her, as she surrendered to the realm of dreams. As the veil of sleep enveloped her, Zelda found solace in the rituals of protection she had performed. The dreamscape unfolded before her, transformed by the cleansing properties of the burning sage. Instead of foreboding imagery, she was greeted by serenity and clarity—a respite from the haunting visions that had troubled her. In the depths of her dream, Zelda encountered the familiar presence of Dawn, a soothing presence amidst the ethereal landscape. Dawn's guidance proved instrumental as she navigated the intricate symbolism and deciphered the messages concealed wi

As Drew pulls me closer and kisses me softly under the faint shimmer of lights, I can’t help but think… How could a man so sweet have been hiding beneath the surface all this time? THE END

"The price is paid. You may ask." Liora's heart ached for Ronan, but she pushed forward. "The Sleeper. One of the Fallen Pantheon. What is it? How do we stop its dreams from destroying the world?" The Echo swayed. "The Sleeper is known as Morpheus, the Shaper of Dreams. He did not fall in battle. He fell into despair. He saw the endless chaos of mortal lives, the pain, the fleeting joys, and he found it meaningless. He chose to sleep, to dream a perfect, orderly world. But his despair leaks out. His dream is a cancer."

Each image was a dagger, each note a key to the past. His pulse quickened as he realized the magnitude of what he was holding. Michael’s web of lies was meticulous, and the man had left almost nothing to chance. The betrayal ran deep, entwined with greed and manipulation, and Nickey felt the weight of the vengeance that had long simmered in him begin to surface. Yet, with every piece of evidence, the presence of Trina lingered in his thoughts—a distraction, a temptation, and a complication he could not ignore.

I sat in the living room tonight with the light off, just listening to the wind. And for the first time since his passing, I smiled. Not because I was healed. But because I remembered us—before the lies, before the heartbreak, before life pulled us apart. I remembered the man who whispered my name like a promise. Noah’s POV I had the dream again. We were on the porch. Him. Me. Two glasses of scotch. One truth between us. He was telling me about a woman—how her laugh could stop time, how her eyes silenced his doubts. He didn’t know he was talking about my mother.

She could feel the wetness of his spit on her all over again and with every repeat it was worse. “Wanna talk about it?” Indi asked as she got up and moved to sit beside the fireplace. “No.” Lisa replied not looking at her. “A problem shared is a problem halved.” lyra said cheerfully and lisa glared at her. “I used to have nightmares.” Indi said. “I was at Eastden.” lyra gasped at the name but lisa didn’t react. “It was an awful battle.” lyra explained to lisa. “So many people died…” she stopped talking as she looked at Indi’s blank face.