Fem Dream Novels & Stories

Nonetheless, I refuse to give up on the possibility of finding my mate, and I continue to keep my eyes and ears open for any sign of her. For the past few weeks, I have been tormented by dreams of her. In my dreams, she appears before me like an angel with long, flowing golden hair that shimmers in the moonlight. Her beautiful blue eyes are as clear as the ocean, and they seem to sparkle with a hint of mischief. Her smile is enchanting, and it takes my breath away every time. I can’t seem to shake off these dreams, and I find myself yearning for her all day.

She still felt bad about it. But she wasn't going to risk the redhead for him. She was too precious to fall into evil hands. "I had a dream." Emma answered, her voice lower now, her cheeks flushing red from remembrance. She was a bit skeptical about sharing the dream. It was erotic for fudge's sake. "A dream? What was it about? Is it the first dream you've had about him?" Zipfara asked, stretching her hand on the table and clasping her fingers together, her face masked with all kinds of curiosity.

Heʼs already contented with the promise of Felix, to protect her. "What I canʼt believe. . ." Felix clenched his jaw. ". . .is that Madreign ambushed my town." Deumitri looked at his front. There is a garden, and not so far away, there is Felixʼs daugther, Renata, whoʼs playing with a butterfly. "Do you think Velo is the butterfly?" he asked. Felix shook his head. "Humans canʼt turn into animals after they die. Itʼs just a legend in Tatius Mythology, but I believe that the gods can turn themselves into animals or in any other form."

"I saw a party, here, in the ballroom upstairs. It was filled with white, pink, and purple orchids. Green vine leaves created thick table cloths and and the walls were covered in vines and flowers. Mostly pink. And you were there. Fiona in a white wedding gown that only she could pull off. Very sexy I might add. And you were in a black tuxedo, dancing with her. Laughter, joy, and cheers filled the room as you two had your first dance as a married couple. And I know who was beside me. I know who my mate is. I also know my mother is dead. She appeared out of thin air, but dreams can be weird like that. Somehow I knew it wasn't just a dream. She hugged me goodbye and told me how sorry she was t

I move up onto a step and place my fingers on a rigid gray stone table that’s probably five feet tall. On it sits a bed of sorts, along with the female from my dream. Her hands are folded into her belly and she’s wrapped in some sort of beige sheet from the chest down like she’s in a cocoon. “She looks like sleeping beauty,” Rafe whispers, as his arms wrap around me.

"What's the matter, my love? Did I do anything to hurt you? Is Eseosa fine?" She just clung to me with a fervour that took my breath away. So I held her for a few seconds until she disentangled herself and turned round to face me. "I'm scared, scared that I'll wake up and all this would be just a dream. You, our baby, your love, your care. Never leave me, okay. Promise you'll never leave me, no matter what happens, promise me." Her eyes were two fevered orbs as they stayed on me.

Emma had explained that it would buy them only a few years of peace. Three years later Emma had a dream of her own in which she saw her future. It was something new for Emma, her visions. She saw her oldest daughter with a baby sister. She would be small and with bright green eyes. She was going to be powerful just like her sister. Emma saw them as little girls running in the same field she played in so long ago. She saw them travel and find their loves. Together her girls fought many battles, but Emma didn’t see herself. What she did see was Edwin by their side for many years to come. She smiled when she saw her Edwin with gray around his temples.

Hearing the thunderous sounds, she opened her eyes, looked around, the clouds were still rumbling as if God has opened the gates of the dam. She shivered feeling cold and snuggled up with him holding him tight. Hardeep was still sleeping with a smile on his face. Putting up her plan into action she slid off her robe wearing just purple lingerie. Opening her kit which she kept near the bed, she took out oil and spread on her body, then sliding away the quilt, making him open his eyes, she started working on his toes first giving fleeting kisses, then moving upwards like a fish, she kept her eyes on his face. She was looking like a voluptuous making him touch her but ...but there she said, mov

We all looked like we had been through hell and Lord knows I felt like it too. “I had the weirdest dream last night,” Freya visibly shivered at the thought of her dream before continuing her narration. “There was this weird woman …kind of pretty but pure evil if you ask me. She had fangs and everything all topped off with a tail. Not even a small fail no she was like half woman and half serpent looking,” Both Damien and I simultaneously spit out our coffee with my cup hitting the floor with a loud bang before breaking into small pieces as my brain processed Freya’s words .

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then his expression shifted. More serious. “You didn’t sleep again.” It wasn’t a question. Freya stared into the steam curling from her cup. “I tried.” But every time she closed her eyes lately, strange things happened. Dreams that felt too real. A woman laughing beneath sunlight. Warm hands against Eros’s face. A voice whispering promises beneath moonlight. None of it made sense. And the worst part? The emotions felt real too. Not imagined. Remembered.