Novel & Cerita Dreams Of Ticks

The symbol on my door was more than just a mark—it was a sign that I was being watched, that someone was targeting me for reasons I didn’t fully understand. That night, as I lay in bed, my mind raced with thoughts and fears. The dreams came again, more vivid and disturbing than before. I saw the symbol, glowing with an eerie light, and heard whispers that seemed to echo in my mind. The shadows in the forest moved closer, their eyes glowing with malice.

He raised me higher and he threw me against the tree. *********** What the hell was that dream? I woke up scared. A vampire! That's how they look? What did he want with me? and why do I have dreams since i moved here. I always had dreams but these new ones are more scary making me question myself. Why i'm i seeing these. Do all wolves have dreams with meanings too? I thought to myself. LUCIAN!

But such is the life at the castle with four hybrid pups and a vampire. As we go to bed, I find myself wondering if we can really make this work somehow or are we trying to bite off more than we can swallow? In the middle of the night, I have strange dreams of our kind fighting humans, witches, and vampires. It seems so vivid that I am sure it is real, but when I wake up in a sweat, I realize that it is not. It was just realistic.

And my recent nightmares are related to the birthmark on my body. Whenever I fall asleep I dream that the birthmark on my body comes to life and turns into a man holding me from behind, slowly touching my body and kissing my back, then suddenly turns into a big wolf, crushing my bones bit by bit ,hardened eyes stared at me with a deadly gaze, and finally opened its mouth to tear my body apart.

I hugged myself, not being able to look him in the eye. "Longer, actually…" I said quietly, but he heard me. He straightened himself before moving a bit closer to me and placing a hand on my leg, "Please, tell me." He said sweetly, I nodded. "Ever since I was a girl, I've had these strange dreams; at the start they were just of me running until I came to a halt with hundreds of eyes staring at me." He sat silently as I spoke, "Then they became different," he gave me a curious look but I continued, “It started showing both the vampires and werewolves and recently, in every dream, I’ve come close to death. And for some reason, for the past two nights, there’s this red moon that keeps popping u

My dreams were filled with wolves, all I could dream of was wolves, the ones I saw in the woods, other wolves, blond, black, brown, and even red wolves, I don't think I have ever seen this many wolves in real life, but in my dreams I saw them all. I woke up feeling dizzy, my dreams were visited by a wolf pack, I got ready for the day, I did my hair, I put on some makeup and then I had my breakfast, I was waiting for a message or something from Milo to tell me he's coming over or that we're gonna have our date soon, he didn't give me a time or any details to where we're going to meet.

It sort of felt like having a word or a name on the tip of my tongue—like I was missing something right in front of my face. I fell asleep thinking about it, but my dreams were just as tumultuous as my waking state. I dreamt about Marley’s stalker and the fight in the shifter reserve. In the dream, there was a sort of tickle in my nose, a scent that had bothered me at the time but that I couldn’t really place. It was no shocker to me that I didn’t like the smell of the guy—he’d threatened the woman I love more than once. But there was something to that scent beyond the negative association. Something that made my eyes water and my nose burn.

I lined my own hands up to the bruises only to realize that they were much larger than mine. I pulled back the covers to look over her body and realized that her left hand was red at the fingertips and there were small blisters on them. I looked back up at her face in a realization that this dream was different somehow. This dream, unlike all of the others, had actually affected her. Not only mentally, in a breakdown that she had demonstrated, but physically as well.

*Tick tock* *Tick tock* *Tick tock* Taking a deep breath Takeshi gulps in response trying to calm his burring himself on Koishi back closing his eyes tight shut. “It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream” Takeshi kept on mumbling against Koishi’s ears making him groan in response. Feeling the tickling sensation making a sudden wave of shiver pass through him. *Tick tock* “It-s its” *Tick tock* “Just a dream” *Tick tock* “I’m awake” *Tick tock* “It’s just a dream, nothing else it’s just a dream” Takeshi breathed out trying to feel as much warmth from Koishi. Hands went under his shirt as it brushed upon Koishi’s stomach along with the legs that were warped around too.

I pressed my hand over his, feeling his heat, grounding the pulse that stretched out beyond our sight, and I shivered as Jax leaned closer, pressing his lips along my jaw and shoulder, claiming me with every touch. We moved through the trees, but the energy stretched past the borders, carrying my scent like a promise, and reports started coming in immediately. Wolves from nearby packs moved erratically in their dens, howls rising in the night, scents and dreams blending with the pulse I carried. Jax’s claws dug into the earth as he growled, ears swiveling toward every distant sound. “They’re dreaming of you,” he said, voice low, tense. “Not just hearing, not just sensing—they’re dreaming.”