Dreams Of Being Possessed Novels & Stories

I could feel a presence comforting and guiding me, and a soothing voice whispered in my mind, "Fear not, my child. You are not alone, and your mate is stronger than you know." As the dream slowly faded, I began to stir from my slumber, my heart still racing with the intensity of the dream. Though I was trapped in the cage, unable to speak, I held onto the hope that somehow, my dreams would find a way to reach Dante and warn him of the impending danger that threatened us both. The moon goddess had seen my dreams, and I prayed that she would guide me through this darkness, leading us towards a brighter future.

“Ouu, sleeping with the boss then. Juicy, you know I can give you a spell to make him fall in love with you and give you half his assets.” “What? No, I'm not interested in him.” “But are you sleeping with him? Is he good?” “I'm not having this conversation with you, a stranger, and will you stop talking about witches? They aren't real.” She scoffed. “And I suppose you don't believe ghosts exist or werewolves.” I paused; my breath hitched. A vague image I wasn't sure of what appeared in my mind. It was of a beast snarling at me. The image was gone as soon as it came. I chuckled at something I had dreamt.

Like in that sort of way or was it more friend than. "I've been on my own for the longest time," I gave him a half grin as I tried my hardest to explain. "As you already know, I grew accustomed to being alone and a part of me is truly scared of what is to come." I made the confession as easy as drinking water. The fear that I felt was still there right in arms reach just waiting to escape. It lived inside of me, like a virus, dormant and waiting. For how long....I don't know. These nightmares had a vice wrapped around my very soul and what these beings wanted from me were unknown. "I have no clue why these beings want me but it's enough for them to crave. To taunt me until hey get it" "Do yo

My eyes keep blinking, fighting against the haze, but it doesn’t work. God, I was overcome. No, not just overcome. Possessed. That’s what it felt like—like I was falling headfirst into an endless, bottomless pit where no light existed. Engulfed by a strange, suffocating darkness that stripped me of myself. I wasn’t in control of my body anymore; I had been pushed back, shoved into some corner of my own mind, forced to watch helplessly as something greater—something otherworldly and divine—took possession of me. My body wasn’t mine. My pleasure wasn’t mine.

“But I’ve done the research. I know what she is now. She’s powerful. Deceptive. And she tricked me.” He paused—swallowed—then said the words like they cost him everything. “I never touched her. Not really. She came to me in my dreams.” The room went deathly quiet. “Over and over. She seduced me again and again. I thought they were just dreams.” A hollow, bitter laugh escaped him. “But fae don’t dream the way we do. They design them. They control them. They invade them.” His voice dropped to a shaken whisper. “It’s called dream-walking.”

"The truth is I must propose as soon as possible or confirm the wedding date. She claims there is 'something' between us, a spark she wants to fan." "She’s insane," Carter spat, with a flare of jealousy he couldn't hide. "She would never have anything real with a demon like you if she knew the truth!" Dorian observed him, his eyes glowing with a dangerous warning. "Don't spit at the heavens, Carter, because those same heavens spat in your face, leaving you at my mercy. Don't forget that you are also inhabiting a body that doesn't belong to you, playing at being human while you try to judge me."

– I ask her She looks thoughtful “Someone is fucking up with you, you shouldn’t be able to touch her, let alone feel her” “What do you mean?” “This is old magic, they are trying to make you look like a rapist, using your dreams to get to you” “So it wasn’t her I was dreaming about?” “No, no, it was her, but your body should’ve been resting while your mind was with her” “So the actual act shouldn’t have happened?” “Yes, you could have sex with her in your dreams, but that wouldn’t pass to real life, your bodies would be the same as when u went to sleep”

I quickly drift off to sleep. Not surprisingly, my sleep is filled with nightmares, each one more terrifying than the last. The visions are incredibly vivid: snarling werebears surround me in an ever-tightening circle; a giant roc ensnares me in its talons and carries me to its mountaintop nest; fearsomely ugly ogres tie me to a spit and begin roasting me over a blazing fire. The dreams all have the same thing in common—I’m about to meet some horrifying doom. I sure hope that my as yet unrevealed Power doesn’t turn out to be precognition!

"Same as you. Didn't know if everyone saw things differently or not." "No, thankfully." "Would it be bad if someone did see something that wasn't there or unusual?" I open the door to the building, wanting to get this class and this day over with. She pauses, frowning. "Yeah, I suppose it's possible but it's not a good sign." A sick sensation punches me in the stomach. "What do you mean?" "That the person could be susceptible to spirits. Like a hijinks- spiritual possession." Is that what nearly happened to me? Or the dream last night? We enter the building, making our way down the hallway to a room stuffed with desks and students pulling out their textbooks.

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.