Dreams Of Being Possessed Novels & Stories

I had questions just like them. Like who exactly was I? Why did I have a voice in my head? How had I expended such power? It was magic, and then something else. The voice in my head had accentuated that theory. But what could it be? A wolf? A Jaguar? What exactly? My mind reverted back to the strange dreams that had been popping up since I had been thrown into the holding cell by Adam’s father. The dreams have depicted me hungering for blood. Which species of supernatural had that?

But that was the last thing she registered before she stirred awake She glanced around and realized that she was still in her room. “It's just a dream,” she whispered, touching her chest, trying to calm her fast beating heart. “But it felt so real,” Esme was so engrossed in her thoughts that she failed to notice the light glow of her hair and eyes. “Shouldn't I tell them?” She didn't think anyone would believe her. She didn't even know why she had such a dream. The creatures she saw, they don't exist. So there was no way that could ever become a reality, but there was this nagging feeling, urging her to warn the pack.

"He did. I could feel it. He did it. I believe in my hallucinations now, but I am not mad." "Ai, it was all your hallucinations and nightmare all along. Because he do drugs you to sleep, you can't deny the fact that while you sleep he would do it. That drugs also help in controlling your mind. That causes you to hallucinate the act, then you believe it is reality all along. Nightmares are normal after such experiences." "Oh my goodness. What have I done? What have I done? Oh no." I cried guiltily as my palm was on my head.

{Third person's pov} Luna was dreaming, all the memories playing in her mind. she was witnessing her own story in a third person's perspective. her being stalked and then being saved. and then her friend proposed to her, A mask guy punched that guy. the memories were hitting, the heated moment they shared, their intimate moments. everything was playing and finally her wedding day came, her father walked her down the aisle. and the way they took vows. the way they were dancing and the way shooting started.

"I think someone’s trying to get to you through your dreams. Maybe even your memories." I blink. "What... How??” "Dream Weavers," he mutters. " …are witches. Dangerous ones. They can implant memories, visions. Twist your reality." My skin goes cold. He sees it and softens slightly. He brushes a strand of hair from my cheek. "You're not alone in this. I won't let anything happen to you,” he says softly. My voice cracks. "Then why does it feel like I'm falling apart?" His hand slides down to mine, cradling it. "Because maybe... you're not falling apart. Maybe you're changing."

I was beginning to see just how impatient I truly was. This small, yet feisty woman, had taken my mind, body, and soul hostage. She had unknowingly inserted herself into every waking thought, every dream, and every fiber of my being. Her presence was a constant, thrumming hum, a vibration that resonated deep within my chest. I was no longer my own, but a captive of her spirit, her fire. She completely devoured me without her even knowing it… and for the first time, I thought maybe her dreamwalking wasn't so bad.

Fiona screamed loudly as she felt the bullet hit her Her eyes popped out excessively as she felt over the cliff END OF DREAM "Ahhhhhh!!!!!' Fiona screamed so louldy waking up from sleep. Huge beads of sweat already rolled down her face Infact she was sweating real bad. She continued gasping for breath still not believing it was a a dream. It looked so real to her "Was only a dream" her fingers ran shakily over her stomach.. "What happened ?"Eduardo cold voice resounded. A guard wheeled him to where she stayed She's been kept in a dungeon. What was she expecting!?

she said and held the genius' hands "what could be making you cry?" "I don't know how to say it but I'm scared of living" Juana began "What do you mean? Are you feeling suicidal?" "Not exactly but I am tired of myself. I don't know if you'll see me as a strange person just as others do, but the thing is I see things. Things I shouldn't see, and things too much for me to comprehend or bear, I can't even sleep at nights and I can't even tell anyone at home because they'd be worried" Juana stopped talking.

“Why do you believe you’re here, love? What’s the last thing you remember?” “I… I’m… I am not sure,” I told him matter-of-factly, dampening my lips in a mix of dread and anticipation, before asking the one-million-dollar question. “I had a terrible nightmare… It couldn't be true, could it?” “It depends,” Alex drawled calmly, his tone so soothing I was tempted to go back to sleep. “What was your nightmare about?” “I can’t even… I don’t want to say it,” I told him with tears in my eyes.

The rest were either fake or too formal, which gave the impression that it was a duty. “Of course not!” Nevea pulled him to the bed again to sit with her. “Let’s talk about yesterday. My memory stopped after I was pushed into the wall. What happens next?” “You were possessed. Your eyes turned completely dark, and I believe whoever does that to you is quite powerful.” “Possessed, you say? But how?” “I think there is something else in you. When you were possessed, you said something strange.” “Like what?” Then Zach told Nevea all the details that transpired between them. By the end of the story, Nevea’s mouth was agape, and confusion was visible on her face.