Dreams Of The Dying Novels & Stories

He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could actually do the things he wanted to her. The things they dreamed about. He had studied things purposely to please his mate, along with his brother of course. Ife sat in history class distracted by her thoughts until the subject spoke of Alpha Princess Fallon from the past. This was the same person the school was named after. The more she learnt of her the weirder her dreams became, almost like she was living out her life. The most cruel one was of the little girl snatching her heart out of her chest. On the last day, everything made sense!

No stars. Reality dissolved at some point. In her dream she stood at the windowsill, hands flush against the glass. She looked out at the empty lot next door. The ground should have been flat as dead calm water with all that virgin downfall. No. There were corpses upon corpses there; frozen hands pitched this way and that. Their smiles wide enough for all of Chicago’s rats to make homes from their mouths.

Inside the casket, I couldn't tell night from day. Hunger eventually stripped away what was left of my sanity. I bit at the wood and clawed at the lid over and over, desperate to tear my way out, until every single one of my fingernails ripped completely off my fingers. The already thinning oxygen grew heavy with a suffocating, putrid stench as my own waste started piling. I didn't know how many days had passed when I finally died in agony.

"I couldn't help it. I was bleeding, that bleeding that night shattered my whole dream. I felt wretched, I was deteriorated. I screamed harder expecting my friends to hear that screaming of mine. No one –no one was there to help. My friends left me to myself, they turn deaf ears and ran off. I mean, I could still see their shadow before my eyes turned blank. They were the last thing I saw that night. Just a night they said, but that night made me realized the kind of person they were. All I could thought of during that time was just to stab myself to death, he could have just let me die instead, rather than making me suffer that day. I passed out during that moment he was on me. I woke up an

“They were nightmares.” “A drowned city rose from the ocean tonight.” “That does not make dreams evidence.” “It makes them relevant.” The house lights dimmed. My security system spoke from the ceiling. “Perimeter secured. No unauthorised movement detected.” Hayate looked upwards. “Even the house sounds nervous.” “It sounds expensive.” “That too.” He stepped closer to the desk. “What happens in these dreams?” “People die.” “Who?” “I don’t know.” His gaze held mine. “There is a woman.”

As the castle crumbled, the debris cascading like a macabre rain, I strained to see any sign of Liam. My pleas for him echoed into the void, swallowed by the cacophony of the collapsing world. The ground beneath me trembled, mirroring the palpitations of my frantic heart as I was dragged relentlessly by the spectral hands of the elders. In the final throes of the nightmare, the air grew thick with the metallic scent of the blood rain. The landscape, now a chaotic dance of destruction, offered no solace. The haunting whispers of Diana's ominous warning lingered, and the grotesque tableau played out until the very fabric of the dreamland seemed to unravel.

‘Mama is crying’ The picture placed on top of the coffin caught my attention. I almost passed out. I see Eric’s picture on top of the coffin. I feel an unbearable pain in my chest. The world suddenly stops at once. People begin to disappear one by one. I watch how the older women dissolves into the thin air. And the young girl turns and her big rounded pair of eyes looks straight at me before she disappears next. Until it is only me and the coffin left. You are dead. I look at his picture. You are dead, that is why you always appear in my dreams. I cried. You are dead, that is why I see you move in my house. I speak looking at the man from the picture, as if the photo is alive and is looki

I said then took a deep breath before saying what do I know? " Or what Killian?" Psyche asked me as she just looked at me. "Or it's true, because we all died so hard there, our own bodies are eating us like melting acid like I saw when Seffner d*ed, but it's even worse." I added and Psyche suddenly looked into the void. "Where did that happen? Is it like a big mansion or a palace?" He asked suddenly, making me nervous. "How do you-" "I also dreamed that you were drowning in your own bl*od, including me and all of us." She said that's why I couldn't say anything because of what I heard from her.

"You should make arrangements if you're going to keep up with this... just the beginning... Soon, you'll be throwing up blood, suffering from body aches and high fever." The sound went out again, and slowly, I slipped back into complete darkness, but not before I heard the last bit. "Dying? Because you are." I stared into the dark, uncertain. My mind raced with possibilities. Was this a ripple of the future? The past? No, it didn't feel like the other visions. It felt more like...a dream. Like dream walking, but whose dream and how if Matt was clearly awake? Then, the words started turning in my mind.