Dreams Of Estora Mga Nobela at Kwento

This was the day when Renataʼs sweet dreams started to become nightmares. To be continued . . .

“Since I can walk into dreams or nightmares, there is one drawback. If you die in the astral plane, you stay dead out here.” “Here let me show you what it’s like to walk into a dream.” It finally hit home when he snapped his fingers, and a door appeared out of thin air. He grabbed her hand as they walked into the astral plane. That’s where she found everything to be different. They had walked into a dream of Molly’s. She was a seven-year-old with big brown eyes and dark hair. Her dream was of her dad bringing home a puppy. Emma stopped and turning toward Daniel she quickly hugged him. He was stunned. He never had real affection in his life nor a human touch accepting him. He slowly wrapped h

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.

dad tell with a smile ruffling my hair " How did you sleep, kiddo? Did you still have those dreams?" " Yes, dad. They won't go away but I will be fine. I am getting used to them." I replied " Its just that it hurts to see everytime when I see that pregnant woman die in my dreams and I always have the memories of a man named Easton. The man call that woman Mi Reina and sometimes Minerva. I don't know what is her name but it doesn't matter. It's jsut a dream but it always feel real. I feel that pain like it is me that is dying in the dream."

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.