Fever Dream Novels & Stories

"Silvia, did you have a nightmare? Did you dream of Young Master Kyle?" "Dream? So it was just a dream?" It turned out that the person lying beside her was not Jayden. Silvia was dejected. But when Audrey told her that it was just a dream, she started to feel a little better, because Jayden was not actually having a high fever. "What's wrong?" Audrey asked worriedly. Silvia's heart was still palpitating with fear as she said, "I dreamt of Jayden. I dreamt that his old illness had relapsed and he's having a high fever. He's refusing the doctor's treatment and he's not taking his medicine too..."

But the remnants of the dream still clung to me, haunting my thoughts and fueling my unease. I reached out for a glass of water on the nightstand, my hands trembling with the remnants of the dream's intensity. Sipping the cool liquid, I allowed it to soothe my parched throat and ground me in the present moment. But the fever still raged within me, a relentless reminder of the inner turmoil I had been experiencing. As I lay back down, my mind raced, attempting to dissect the meaning behind the unsettling dream. Was it a manifestation of my fears and anxieties? A reflection of the crumbling aspects of my life that felt beyond my control? Or was it a mere product of a fevered imagination?

She turned back to the snow. “Then you’d better pray your body holds.” “I don’t pray,” I muttered. But gods, maybe I should’ve. --- Fever Dreams Sometime in the dead hours, Isabella stirred. Not gently, not soft—jerked like her body had been yanked by unseen hands. She thrashed weakly, her fever driving her into half-dreams, words spilling broken from her lips. “No—don’t—please—” Her voice cracked, guttural, dragging knives across my chest.

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.”

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.

It turned out she knew everything. My music teacher once called me a prodigy, destined for Carnegie Hall. Saving Damian burned my hand, damaging the tendons irreversibly. I couldn't play the piano without shaking. My parents sold everything for my treatments, to no avail. I had to abandon my dream. With mounting debts weighing on him, my dad succumbed to illness. Unable to handle the grief, my mom took her life to join him. In the dead of night, when my hand throbbed, those memories haunted me.

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

* Jane Dankworth * I did not notice the exact time I fell asleep, until the memories of what happened came to haunt me in dreams. A scream, coming from me escaped my throat, though in the dream, I couldn't tell it was me until the echo broke through the dark. I was again back in that office, the shadows bending like hands reaching for me. There was a smear of blood on the glass, my heels slipping against the floor, and someone was shouting my name but I couldn't find the door.

Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the same bed with him. Emma started feeling hot after taking two glasses of red wine.

So obviously it did not work. ‘All I had was a dream. Just a dream, nothing else.’ He touched his heated forehead. ‘ah that explains it,’ “Avery it’s nothing.. just calm down. I think I have a fever and I have a headache. Nothing more,”