Dreams Of Ticks Novels & Stories

“Don’t be afraid to tell me anything, Dear. I won’t judge.” I shook my head, my breathing grew hard as emotion gripped me tightly. “This is gonna sound mad and I don’t know whether it’s just my mind playing tricks or if it’s truly the heat that I’m experiencing.” I tightened my hold on Tiffany’s hand as I needed something that I could hold on to. “But I keep dreaming about Ryker. I can tell they were dreams, especially when I woke up and found myself in bed yet on other occasions, I could swear that they were real.”

Tiara's P.O.V I was dreaming. The weight on my back, pinning me down to my bed... the thick, hot pillar of flesh sliding inside of me, my wet little pussy squelching welcoming in the darkness, my cute little panties pulled down and stretched between my knees. It was Daddy, finally giving in to my flirting and teasing, having his way with me just the way I'd always wanted him to! I'd had this dream before, plenty of times. Nearly every night, if I was being honest, in one form or another. But being pinned down like this, being forced... Daddy wanted me so much that he just had to take me, without even asking me first... this was by far my favorite! It was one of those odd dreams I had sometim

"It… it feels like it’s alive. Like it’s trying to tell me something." Minseok’s expression tightened. "And you didn’t think to mention this sooner?" "I didn’t want to worry you," I admitted. His eyes softened, but his voice was firm. "I can’t help you if you don’t tell me everything." --- That night, the dreams started. They weren’t normal dreams—not like the usual flashes of memory or imagination. These were vivid, almost too real. I found myself standing in a vast, dark space, the ground beneath me rippling like water. The mark on my wrist glowed brightly, illuminating the shadows around me.

After a few minutes I looked around my room, Jackson was sitting beside me with a look of worry on his face, and mum stood at the end of my bed looking sympathetic towards me and Jackson. "What was that?" Jackson asked "Vee has been dreaming of ragnarok since two days before her birthday" mum answered. "Mum, this one was different, it was on the same field but there was an all out war between us and vampires" I told them well mostly mum I still had to fill Jackson in on what I had been experiencing. That was going to be fun I guess. Mum hugged me and left so I could have a talk with Jackson regarding my dreams, well he did deserve to know he is my mate after all. And my new dream had him in

Eyes. Not normal ones. Not human ones. The kind of eyes that see through you. The kind that remember your scent, your heartbeat, the exact rhythm of your breath. They weren’t everywhere, but they were enough. I shook it off. Told myself I was being paranoid. That maybe the bond with Jude had made me too sensitive. Or maybe the dreams were bleeding into my real life. Because the dreams… They were getting worse. They started normal enough. Blurry. Confusing. Then sharper. Vivid. I would be walking through a forest of glass trees or drowning in black oceans. I’d see fangs. Fire. A throne made of bones. Always from a distance.

“Also… David’s team is leaning into the narrative. They’re calling you compromised. Unstable. Privately funded influencers are pushing smear campaigns across our networks.” “Let them talk,” Richard said. His voice was steady, but I could see the way his jaw clenched. Nathan left after a few more briefings, and we stood there alone again, the air heavier than before. “I’ve been having dreams,” I said softly. Richard turned to me. “What kind of dreams?” “Flashes. A forest. A feeling like running, like I can’t get far enough. And instincts. I keep knowing things before I should. Smells. Reactions. I think…” I paused. “I think my wolf is trying to really wake up.”

The gentle sound of the raindrops hitting the roof and windows created a symphony of nature that seemed to serenade the sleeping duo. In their dreams, Mama Hazel and Theo wandered through fields of blooming flowers, their laughter echoing through the air. They chased butterflies and danced with the wind, their spirits light and carefree. Mama Hazel's dreams were filled with memories of her own childhood, of days spent running through meadows and climbing trees. She saw her younger self laughing and playing, carefree and full of wonder. In her dream, she felt a sense of nostalgia and gratitude for the simple joys of life. Meanwhile, Theo's dreams were a mix of fantasy and adventure. He imagin

It was the strange dreams, the odd whispers I couldn’t quite decipher, and the feeling that something was shifting within me—something bigger than just the life growing inside me. At first, I thought I was imagining things. The dreams were vivid, far more intense than anything I had ever experienced before. Wolves, glowing in shades of silver and blue, danced through the forest in ways I couldn’t understand. Their eyes, glowing with ancient power, watched me with a kind of knowing that made my heart race. In these dreams, they spoke to me—not with words, but with feelings, with intentions that tugged at the very core of my being.

“Do you even read? A dream trace is a sediment of the dreams you have had. You may think you forget you dreams but the brain stores them somewhere for you and it comes back as déjà vu. Things you think you have seen before are just dreams you have dreamed and not remembered.” “How does that have to do with this?” “Some of their witches and dream walkers, Darius. They move from dreams to dreams, old or new and if they so much as sense that you talked about them? They will come for you because they do not like anyone fucking with their plans.”

Good girls attract good luck, so they say, she thought and smiled. There was a knock on the door, followed by Lillian’s head peeking through the small opening of the door. “Did you scream?” Lillian asked her. Did she? Yeah, she remembered screaming as she woke up because the scary tattooed man in her dream had just grabbed her hair sadistically. Lillian’s eyebrows knitted. “Why?” “I dreamt of a tattooed-man who wanted to kill me.” “Scary,” Lillian said. “Yep, that’s why I screamed.”