Fever Dream Book Novels & Stories

The convoy passed through the Whispering Forest. I put on my eye mask and forced myself to sleep. But the nightmares came right on schedule. My dreams were full of Lucas. It was the winter of my first Shift Fever. My body was burning up, and I was huddled in my room, shivering uncontrollably. Lucas came back. He didn't have any pain-relieving herbs in his hands, just a pile of moldy dregs and a large cauldron.

Ugh! I grabbed my blanket from the bed. I would just use the overly thick duvet to sleep. I tip toed to Cameron's room again and was about to cover him with the duvet when I noticed.. that his forehead was sweaty despite the room's cold condition. I guess he didn't need a blanket after all. I sighed and touched Cameron's burning and sweaty forehead. It looked as though he was having a fever. I removed the book Cameron was holding in his hand and giggled after seeing the title ‘A collection of sad love poems’. Where did he even get that?

Lira (POV) The fever doesn’t start with heat. It starts with a scent. Faint at first—like burned sugar or rotting petals—sweetness over sour rot. It clings to my tongue, sticky and wrong. The moment it hits, my spine locks. I jerk upright from where I was curled against the wall. My throat scrapes dry. I swallow and it burns. The tether pulls. Not sharp. Not sweet. Just a low hum, vibrating against the bone.

"I don't know why you suddenly have a fever, but you're still burning up. What will you be okay with? That it won't go away the next day? We need to find something to bring your temperature down." Brandon gently pushed Liam's hand away, attempting to downplay the severity of his fever. Brandon knew what the fever meant, and like in his dream, it happened when he was with Liam. "It's just a fever, Liam. Really, you don't have to worry about it. Probably caught a bug or something. Or maybe it's because I'm tired that I have a fever. It'll be gone by tomorrow. We can't afford to waste supplies on me."

I like to think of it all as a terrible dream I might one day wake from. But there is one dream that does haunt me most. In this dream, my fever has broken, and Jessamine is asleep on the chair across from me. She’s in a nightdress, and there’s a book covering her face with an obscene cover. In this dream, my hands and feet aren’t bound, and I can walk just fine without tripping on my vomit. I hover over Jessamine and pull the book back from her sleeping face.

My skin had become raw, and I could feel the infection starting to set in. Fever raged through my body, making me shiver uncontrollably. Sweat poured from my forehead, but I was still cold, so cold. I didn’t know how much longer I could take it. My whole body ached. The fever brought on strange dreams, visions of my past life, of what could have been. I had once been hopeful. I had once believed that my mate, Kayden, would love and protect me. How foolish I had been. Now, there was nothing left for me. No love. No future. Only pain.

His words made me believe he has not taken a strong position about my dream or nightmare, as I put it. "Fever-dream?" I turned to face him, in slight anger. The little force which I had applied when I turned around made his hands almost fall off my shoulders. "Is that what you call this? Ridiculous!" While I lamented about the unseriousness the Alpha had shown towards my dream, Eric on the other hand was cackling. "Hey!" I hit Eric slightly on his leg. "What's so funny?" "Nothing is funny, honey! But, the participants in your dream, I'm afraid to tell you this, make your dream a Fever-dream! I think Ammon was right when he gave your dream that name!" He had hardly finished when Ammon began l

Dreams of Chloe and Felix. Dreams of her and Felix. And in every one, she heard his voice, over and over: "She's just fuckmeat." "Just a little piece of fuckmeat." "Mom, you're fuckmeat." She woke up, drenched in sweat and panting, and she was starting to worry about the size of their next water bill. It felt like she spent half her day taking cold showers to deal with the heat that had built between her legs.

[Alice’s POV] The fever was a living thing inside me, a beast trying to claw its way out, tearing through tissue and nerve with every ragged breath I took. The contrast was agonizing — fire in my blood, ice on my skin. The cold air of the bunker bit into my exposed face, sharp and unforgiving, while underneath the mylar blankets, my body burned. I was drifting. The edges of my vision were blurring, turning the dim, gray concrete of the ceiling into a swirling kaleidoscope of black spots.

Maybe it was because I was too tired, or maybe I just needed someone to take control for once, but something about his quiet command was oddly comforting. As sleep started to claim me, I thought I felt a fleeting, cool breeze against my face. Jared’s touch? Maybe. But everything was hazy. My body burned, the heat from my fever becoming unbearable, and my mind began to slip further into a feverish haze. I wasn’t sure how much time passed, but the burning heat in my body became overwhelming, and my vision blurred. The last thing I was aware of was the muffled sound of footsteps approaching my bed. I tried to blink through the fog of delirium, but my eyelids felt heavy, and my body felt too wea