Fever Dream Novels & Stories

replied Lee Umji then got up and sat back on the sofa. Ha Mino followed Lee Umji to sit back down. "What kind of dream?" "I ... seemed to see Kim Hana's life. I thought when I first dreamed about a woman named Kim Hana then it was just an ordinary sleeping flower. Then a few nights later I returned to dreaming about it, the name Min Junho also appeared, although Min Junho's face seemed to be covered by it a flash of light, " Lee Umji's story made Ha Mino dumbfounded.

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.

The fire was coming closer and closer until when she thought she will be burned with it, she woke up with a scream. Tears streamed down her face , her black hair was matted together with blood. She frantically looked around and realized that she was in a cell. " What was that", she thought about the dream she had just had as a shiver ran through her. The woman was too familiar to ignore and them it clicked , she has had this dream before, but this time it was clear and more longer but the woman's face........, she furrowed her brows to remember when a sharp headache hit her, she groaned and held her head in pain. Only then did she realize that she was running a terrible fever.

Tristan turned in his bed and hugged tighter on what he thought was the girl he hugged all night to sleep. He dragged her closer into him but she felt like a heap of feathers—fluffy and weightless. He blinked multiple times to adjust his eyes to the brightness of the room then looked down at his arm, hugging his pillow tight into him. He lay still for a bit, trying to recover his memory. Did everything he felt last night actually happen in reality or was it all a dream? He looked around for any signs of her when his eyes landed on his assistant, Ethan, who stood by the tv console with a file in his hand and a phone in the other, staring at him like he had just risen from the dead.

The golden feather vanished—right before their eyes. That night, Veyra couldn't sleep. Her body felt fragile, like glass pulled too thin, ready to shatter at the slightest touch. Her mind reeled from the image of the feather, the heavy silence of her mates, and the whisper of a dream clawing at the edges of her consciousness. She finally slipped into a restless slumber just before dawn. And she dreamed. Of fire.

Sometimes they feel so real, too real and too vivid that sometimes I wake up crying and I don’t know why or even remember why! 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝒁𝑶𝑹𝒀𝑨’𝑺 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕…..

, he said all standing at the bedpost and came forward touching her forehead, he said, " yeah, though you're not having fever, still…" Interrupting him Navi shouted , " see no fever, no medicine…", with a puppy look. "Let me finish my sentence, still you're going to take your medicine on time and no arguments or else you know, I can make you have it", he almost whispered in her ear, coming closer to her. She shuddered,"ok, don't come so near", saying so she tried to drift backwards. Hardeep caught her jaw, tracing her lower lip with the thumb, he said ,"why, afraid of your feelings, hmmm!!!".

She placed a hand on his forehead, her expression tightening when she realized he was burning up. "You have a fever," she said firmly. "We need to get you to a doctor immediately." Travis shook his head, brushing off her concern. "I’m fine," he insisted, his voice still hoarse. "It’s just the worry and stress catching up with me. I’ll be okay." Sabrina frowned, knowing how stubborn Travis could be once he made up his mind. Convincing him otherwise would be an uphill battle, but she decided to let it slide for now.

“Jamie, wake up. You’re having a bad dream.” The moment his hand brushed her skin, alarm bells went off in his mind. She was burning up. But how? She had just had a shot and taken her medication. How could the fever be back? No matter how he called her name, she didn’t respond. She only muttered weakly in her sleep, “Please… no… don’t…” She was like a fragile kitten, her barely audible pleas tugging at his heartstrings in a way he didn’t want to acknowledge. Out of options, Ben pulled out his phone and called Caleb.

In fact, I admit that my dreams after a few nights away from the hospital were filled with macabre possibilities "I was always brutally murdered before I could ask for help. Unlike reality, there wasn't even a known face to save me. Gary got what he intended and left me bleeding, as if it were just an animal ready for slaughter. My throat burned the second time I woke up screaming, and sweat accumulated around the bandage on my shoulder. I tried to overcome the crying, but it crawled to me, and every tick of the clock on my jatobá nightstand was like a trigger for the tremors that spread through my body. Even after covering myself to the top of my head, I still felt cold. It took me a while