Dreams Lie Beneath Novels & Stories

Jade stayed in Ohio with her grandfather, Johnathan and his brother, Garwin. She was nineteen years old and came visiting for the holidays for the first time in years. The small town, Haborsville was rumoured to be invaded by night creatures that were responsible for the death of atleast three people on a daily basis. But Jade visited still. She only believed it was mere superstition and the only thing killing people were either plagues from poor hygiene, an unknown disease or people themselves like thieves.

Somewhere beneath my ribs, the child kicked once, hard enough to steal my breath. “He knows,” I said softly. Lucas’s jaw tightened. “Knows what?” “That we’re preparing,” I answered. “That we won’t come to him. So he’s changing the rules.” That night, the dreams returned. Not fragmented this time. Clear. I stood on a plain of blackened earth beneath a sky with no stars. In the distance, a structure rose, half stone, half bone, its shape wrong in ways my mind resisted naming. Symbols crawled along its surface, shifting as I tried to focus.

"It's a **summons**. And whatever's calling doesn't live in the Veil." Eden found the source: a fissure in the forest floor, no wider than a handspan, exhaling air that reeked of burnt hair and copper. Peering into it was like staring into the pupil of an unseen eye. "It's not part of the Veil," he said, fingertips hovering above the void. "It's... *under* it." --- **RHYDIAN'S POV** The dreams weren't dreams. I stood in a field of black wheat, sky stained the color of a bruise. Something moved beneath the soil, rippling like a sea. A figure approached-a child with Eden's eyes and Kelly's silver-streaked hair, holding a lantern filled with swirling smoke.

Chapter Ninety-Four: The Dream and the Pull Lilly tossed in her sleep, her body restless beneath the weight of her dreams. They came in waves, vivid and tangled—images she couldn’t control or understand. Shadows, touches, heat. Hands she didn't recognize but that her body seemed to know intimately. She moaned softly, her brow furrowed, hips shifting against the sheets. In the dream, she stood in a clearing beneath a full moon, her bare feet sinking into the dewy grass. The air was thick with the scent of pine and something richer, deeper—like smoke and amber.

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HAILEE. In the midst of the chaotic situation, Hailee found herself caught between an unconscious Clara and a seemingly unhinged Sebastian. Fatigue and confusion settled upon her, pulling at her weary eyelids. Exhaustion claimed her as she drifted into a restless slumber. Within the realm of dreams, Hailee's subconscious mind painted vivid images. She found herself walking alongside her father in an ethereal underground passage, the air thick with mystery and anticipation. Her father led her to a door adorned with a familiar mark, a symbol etched deep into her memory. The door creaked open, revealing a vast chamber filled with treasures and the somber presence of a grave. Hailee's heart race

The Keeper looked toward the darkness. And for the first time, fear mixed with wonder. I thought the Witness was a myth. “So did we.” The Last Dreamer laughed quietly. “Until we found the records.” Orion stepped forward. “What records?” The Last Dreamer pointed toward the center of the Sea. “The ruins beneath the first shore.” Another memory appeared above the silver river. Not a vision. A recollection. Ancient ruins stretching beneath black water. Broken towers. Collapsed bridges. A civilization reduced to fragments.

“So, in the meantime, Harlow’s contacted by this woman, a real looker.” “Strawberry blond?” “Exactly, just like in the footage. So this woman, let’s call her Nadine, she’s been having these really vivid dreams, night after night, about someone being tortured to death in a basement. She’s so convinced it’s real, she goes to see Harlow about it. He asks her to identify the guy in her dreams and shows her some mug shots. She picks out the same guy he’s been seeing in the darknet links.” “And these dreams she’s having, that’s more of the footage that we can splice in, right?”

Liyla was not quite comfortable with having guys at her home but Daven is not like others, she is kind of having trust in him now. NIGHTMARE When Liyla got home she went straight to bed and while resting she fell into a deep sleep. In a dream she saw some strange image talking to her, telling her how she can be freed from all her problems and ways she could make everyone who mistreat her suffer, it's not even a second before the place changed and she sees herself in a church.

Without any dreams, good or bad ones. /