Fever Dream Synonym Novels & Stories

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.

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Which was unlike me, I always slept in my room. But the apartment had become too impossible to stay in as it felt too quiet. Quiet in a way that made me feel like it was haunted. “Are you sure?” Dempsey asked. “Because fever usually comes with a high body temp. Or at least a cold.” I dragged my eyes across the laid infront of me on his study table. “Yeah.” But I knew it wasn’t. I remembered the way they explained it when I was younger. The doctor had called it an emotional overload state response.

His voice wasn't real--couldn't be--but it threaded through her thoughts, coiling around her fear with wicked intimacy. "You'll tire before I do. You'll break before I bend. The bond won't let you rest, little flame." Her knees gave out, and she collapsed onto the moss, clutching her arms around herself. She wanted to scream, wanted to rip the mark from her flesh, but every second the fever spread, it twisted into something else. Heat. Need. Her eyelids grew heavy despite her panic. Exhaustion dragged her under. And Kael followed her into her dreams.

I am a little shocked to hear that. “Really?” I ask just as a wave of warmth hits my body. “Yes, really. Are you feeling okay? you sound strange.” “Uhm, actually no. I think I have a really bad fever, I feel so warm, not even a cold shower helped. I feel kind I am burning up.” “I am on my way.” When the mindlink closes I feel Moon being restless I ask her what’s wrong. “We are going into heat sweetie. We need our mate.”

"I am not much for spirituality but i do know for a fact that Fae do not dream as the humans used to describe it." I rested my chin on my palm as my interest sparked. "They do not?" She shook her head. "Not as you put it, no. They do not dream. They see." "See? Explain this." "Dreams are illusions based on the heart's most deepest and suppressed desire. The humans and sometimes, my people are envied because of these things. The Fae mostly fall into dreamless sleep. If anything at all, they see, or they foresee. By seeing, in their sleep, they see things that have occurred. Haunting and disturbing events that have affected them gravely. Happy moments that have brought them true joy. Occasiona

I murmured softly, half asleep, “if this is a dream, I’ll take the fever.” And then I was gone again.

(Dante’s Narration) The fever came like an ambush, no less vicious than bullets tearing through flesh. I drifted between waking and oblivion, my body sweating, my chest burning, and always — always — the knowledge that I was not alone. The room pulsed with it. Even when I shut my eyes, I felt him there, an anchor in the storm, breathing steady, stubbornly refusing to leave me. And in the fever, memory bled into dream. The street. The ambush.

Was this what mating fever did to a female werewolf in heat? Honestly, I was scared shitless and that said something. I didn't usually get scared about anything. But this heat was something I had no excuse for. Still, I dreamt of Kai making me his, and it was so vivid and sexy I was having trouble telling the difference between fantasy and reality. When I woke up, I was panting, covered in sweat, and my whole body felt like it was burning. Noooo... I couldn't fall into the heat. Not now, not ever!

"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..."