Fever Dream Book Novels & Stories

What the fuck was that even about? I could feel the sweat rolling from my temples and I breathed heavily to compose myself. What the actual fuck was that and it’s like the second time I had dreamed of that thing since I fell asleep in Phil’s car. Was this about my illness again? Is this it? Because I felt fine all these time it’s really surprising seeing how this came to be like this. Is my illness like…making me really imaginative cause damn, I should take this opportunity to write a book—that dream was really popping out of my mind. It feels so realistic. I can even feel the rain on my skin, dare I say.

Akira replied, then down from the guardrail and stood in front of Lee Umji. "It must have been quite a while after waking out of the coma, before she came here, right?" Lee Umji guess thought of something. Akira nodded slowly. "How do you know?" Lee Umji took a deep breath. "I think Kim Hana wrote the Daydream script like a will. But before finishing it, my body fell back into a coma."

I went through the motions, a hollow smile plastered on my face, while my mind remained consumed by the image of the ancient book and Liam’s ominous warning. The dreams continued, the library vast and silent, the inscription on the dark book glowing with an eerie light, the shadowy figure always lurking just beyond my grasp. The metallic scent seemed to cling to me constantly now, a subtle reminder of the iron’s strange power. And the ringing… it was always there, a dormant echo waiting for the next glimpse of cold, grey metal.

“Fayne, I'll do my best to make you strong but please give yourself a few days to heal and keep reading the books I've given to you. That way, you can fulfill all of your promises.” “Okay, ma'am.” I responded and watched her leave the room. I looked at the books on the table and grabbed one and started to read it page by page. It had a lot to deal with ingredients that could heal common illnesses. As I continued to flip through the pages, I got hooked on the book and continued to read. Before I knew it, It was nighttime. I moved to the other book and as I looked through it, I saw that it was about how a human could harbour demonic powers.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."

I didn't hear anything after that but felt something wet on my back as someone is putting some kind of ointment in my wound but is it possible to apply ointments by their tongue? Maybe possible in our dream. When I thought it was done, a hand placed a cold cloth on my burning forehead that was soothing my body heat. I think I am having a fever in my dream but it felt so real. I chuckled inwardly and hugged the pillow even tightly. --- "What the hell are you doing here?" Someone shouted from behind. I can sense the anger in his voice but I'm busier in drowning in my body heat as the temperature in my body raised 110 degrees Celsius. But I have a fever in my dream, not in reality. Have I?

I was trapped in this sinister dreamscape, at the mercy of the inhuman entity before me. As the face reached out to touch me, I jolted awake, drenched in sweat and trembling. It was just a dream, I told myself, but the haunting feeling it left behind lingered, like a ghostly presence in the room. The fever had intensified, making my room feel unbearably hot and oppressive.

Sanctum of Flesh, Citadel of Eldros The doors sealed behind Lies with a heavy, moaning groan of ancient stone making her flinch. The sanctum pulsed with heat and silence—a silence thick enough to wrap around her thighs and crawl up between them. It wasn't just warm. The air was humid, saturated with something older than scent: magic steeped in lust, pressure, hunger. The walls themselves dripped faintly with condensation, like the stone was sweating in anticipation.

MADISON’S POV: The world swam back in jagged fragments, as though my body were clawing its way through mud. My eyelids were heavy, swollen, unwilling to lift. My throat burned and dry, while my stomach churned like it wanted to crawl out of me. My head throbbed in rhythm with my pulse, and for a terrifying moment, I felt myself slipping from reality altogether. The fever dreams had been so vivid, so impossibly real—Thane's voice, his touch, the way he'd held me when I was falling apart.

My skin feels like it’s burning, and everything takes on that strange, dreamlike quality once more. “I should sleep,” I mumble, settling down near the fire with Luna curled against my side. Kael glances at me, and for a moment, I see concern in his eyes. Or maybe I’m wrong. The fever makes it hard to be sure of anything. Sleep comes in fragments, broken by bizarre dreams and half-waking moments of confusion. At some point, I think I see Kael walking away from the fire, disappearing into the forest again. “No,” I call out, or I think I do. My voice sounds strange and distant. “Don’t go. Don’t leave me here.”