Dreams Of Estora Novels & Stories

With Hernan's life in my hands, I focused on the street and the bodies that tried to slow my progress. Paige, do you remember anything about our last dream sync? There is something wrong with my memory bank. There are several files that are corrupted and many have been accessed by an entity that I do not recognize. She sounded like she was confused. She sounded like she wanted to ask me questions, but she refrained. She knew that I had no time to answer them. I could see the orange glow of the sun, trying to break the horizon that kept the city safe from its painful scorch. My already racing heart skipped a beat as the daylight threatened me with its inevitability.

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”

CHAPTER ELEVEN -ESTRADA- As the sun gracefully rose above the horizon, its golden rays filtered through the delicate lace curtains of the Evercrown cottage. The warm light danced across the walls and finally settled on young Estrada's face. She stirred from her slumber, her long lashes fluttering open to reveal inky black eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. She raised a delicate hand to shield her eyes, the events of the previous night feeling like an eerie dream. A sigh escaped her as she stretched like a dozing kitten. The delicate aroma of breakfast floated in through the crack under the door.

First her fingers, then her limbs, then the rest of her—until there’s nothing left but dust. No one makes a sound and I just stand there… unable to do…anything. “You have a call, boss,” Matteo says as night begins to bleed into the edges of the warehouse signaling our departure. No one’s dared question how I walked under the sun. Not yet. They know better. I turn to him. “Who is it?” He sighs, jaw tight. “You already know.” I snatch the phone from his hand and press it to my ear. “Don Rafaele, mon cheri,” Estela’s syrupy voice oozes through the line, soaked in false sweetness. “I truly regret the chaos in your land, but I needed to get your attention.”

I wanted to believe him, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t that simple. And as I drifted off to sleep, a new vision came to me, sharper and more vivid than before. Flames consumed the pack house, the heat suffocating. Shadows danced in the corners, whispering my name. And at the center of it all was Esther, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. “This is only the beginning,” she said, her voice echoing in my head. I woke with a start, my heart pounding. Jake was still asleep beside me, his breathing steady. I placed a hand on my stomach, feeling the faint flutter of life beneath my palm.

Then, I sank to the ground staring up into the sky. You will never be luna. Wren’s words echoed through my mind. Then, I could see that vision I’d had of Estella and Candido at the top of the mountain. My jaw trembled and I lowered my gaze as I sobbed. Estella was dead and he still wasn’t free of her spell or whatever she’d done to him. How long would it take for him to be free? I clenched my hands in the dirt, gritting my teeth. The thought made it easier to breathe.

Entering the door of the mansion, Eduard saw a familiar face at the door. "Ehmm, E-elder sister your already here." He said. Eduard voice was strutted from the appearance of Estrella in his mansion. He thought that she will appear by next week. Alas , Eduard suddenly move to the vacant room on the first floor of his mansion, feeling that his arm was numbed on carrying Roxy. He ignored Estrella and passed through her. Estrella was shock from what she had seen. The fox girl on his arm is a trie brauty.

I’m trying to calm my heart, but it’s not working. I can see the woman closing the distance quickly between us, the wide open barn door that I didn’t even notice being opened behind her letting moonlight pierce the dark room. She’s wrapping her hand around my arm as my resolve crumbles and everything is disappearing. I can barely make out her features through the dream distortion. Her eyes come through though, shining yellow and filled with rage and purpose. They bore into me, and make my soul shiver. “Run away from the pain and back to your master. You have three days before your mark will kill you.” Were the last haunting words floating through my mind as I forced out of my dream.

Why is the person she loves, this is her karma? Estella only stopped when she saw a bar. Its name was Cole Bar. Her feet took her there. Her feet seemed to have a mind of their own as she walked into Cole's bar. Maybe, she'll spend the night here until she's ready to face reality. She didn't want to overthink. She was going to drown herself in alcohol first so she could wake up from this nightmare. "Hi, Miss. Can I join you?" A mestizo man came and sat next to her; she followed with a nod in agreement.

He said it like he rehearsed the words. "Why are you here then?" I asked Dylan. "You see, thats where you come in, the moon goddess only made one person to fit right for us, I mean that one person makes us complete and compliment us in all ways, we call such person our 'erasthai' or in a more biological term 'mate', the moon goddess is something like our God that has destined our lives" he says sitting up. So does he mean am that person to him, "so who is your mate" I asked hoping he mentions my name.