Forrest Day Sleepwalk Novels & Stories

Trista's POV Early the next morning, as soon as I arrived at the healing center, Xander called me into his office. He handed me a stack of documents. "There's a special case here. Look it over first. You'll be taking the appointment later." I flipped through the medical records, my brows knitting tighter with every page. It wasn't a standard case of insomnia; it was a lunar-induced sleep disorder, accompanied by sleepwalking hunting impulses and pheromone sensory overload—even signs of a partial shift.

*Theo's POV* As Sarah and I walked through the thick forest, our steps hastened by the second. The air grew thick with mystery and danger and an ominous presence hung over the ancient trees. Shadows danced among the twisted branches, whispering secrets that sent a chill through my bones. The forest was a labyrinth of towering trees, their gnarled roots snaking through the dark undergrowth. We were aware that mysterious creatures lurked in the shadows, their eyes gleaming with untamed wildness and ready to pounce on us if we make the mistake of wanting to rest for a night. This is why we've been awake and walking for 4 days straight.

Up to that point, it was all on the edge, even though I was almost red from embarrassment while the three of them were excited. “Wow… how far have you gone? If she hadn’t put limits on you, you’d have done a lot of stupid stuff,” Rodrigo joked. “How does a sleepwalker do all that?” “It’s not my fault. Besides, you know that my sleepwalking is a behavioral sleep disorder. That’s why it’s even more dangerous for me and for whoever’s dealing with me. Meaning, Aurora. Since she became my target.” “True. Especially since you started going after her instead of death. Naughty, huh?” Rodrigo teased, tapping my shoulder.

At two in the morning, Forrest was walking back to his room as he noticed a faint light peering through the slightly open door, along with a soft weeping. Whoever it was, they were trying their best to retain control of their emotions but failing. He raised his hand and was about to push open the door, but he thought better of it. Instead, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and walked out to the balcony at the end of the corridor before lighting up a cigarette.

Now that he's gone, it will be easier for him to catch me and I'm afraid that if he does, I won't be able to wake up. -Nothing will happen to you. My parents continued to ignore it, but I could not be calm. Without the spirit protecting me, that being was going to catch me and I didn't want that to happen. A tremendous anxiety took hold of me and I didn't want to go back to sleep. I decided to stay awake during the nights, despite how sleepy I was, I struggled to stay awake. I got dark circles under my eyes and found it harder and harder to stay awake. The lack of sleep was beginning to hinder my work on the farm and I felt like I was living dead. My mood changed drastically and Sebastian no

After waiting for a few more seconds and seeing that the other wasn't moving at all, Miranda carefully tried to flip him over to the side with gentle movements. She saw that the man was calmly Iying there with his eyes closed, like a sleeping king, as if that terrifying beast just now hadn't been him. What the hell was going on? "Don't tell me... don't tell me he was sleepwalking?” Miranda mumbled to herself.it seemed like only that explanation fit. However, wasn't the way he sleepwalked completely novel? In the middle of the night, he came to her room and started biting on her like a vampire. He even managed to hold a conversation with her just now, as if he

That was when I started…sleep walking. Well, I thought that I was sleep walking. Here’s what would happen: I would wake up in the middle of the night, and I would go out to the woods. In the morning, I would wake up in my bed, with leaves all over the room. I thought nothing about it at the time. I figured that I was doing it because I was stressed. Only, there was one morning that I didn’t go back to the dorm room. Instead, I wound up sleeping out in the middle of the forest. When I woke up, I could hear people calling my name. “Mia!” I heard someone shouting. “Mia Conner!”

He might as well have drifted off to sleep. "Dad?" Juana reminded him that she had just asked a question begging for an immediate answer. But he was as quiet as ever. She heard the snores; he had fallen asleep, or so she thought. She switched off the lights and walked out of the room with a sullen look. The drama that just happened would live with her for the rest of her life. After shutting the door, she heard Baron let out a short groan. As if the strange call and her awful period cramps were not enough, now she had to battle with her father's condition. She didn't go to her room straightaway, she didn't go to the kitchen either. She sat on the couch by the hallway and stared at nothing. W

Becca and Demitri looked nervously at each other before Kendra held out her glass. "To lasting friendship." Kendra said and Steve and Kyle both raised and clinked Kendra's glass. The other two hesitated then slowly raised their glasses and drank at the same time as the others. They both felt a burning in their throats as the sour-bitter liquid confused their tastebuds. they swallowed and coughed a bit, laughing at each other. They were all one drink in before they started playing dumb sleepover games to pass the time. First it was hide and seek, then it was never have i ever, which got them drunk enough to start playing truth or dare.

No matter how bad things got, he never drank himself into oblivion, for it served no purpose. As he predicted, for long, torturing hours he had trouble falling asleep, and when he finally drifted into slumber, his sleep was troubled, and he awoke just a couple hours later, when dawn broke across the horizon in pale golden light. Casually dressed in shirt and boots without vest and waistcoat, he slipped out of the silent, sleeping inn. It was wild and blustery the night before, but the morning was windless and calm. Setting out on an aimless walk, he rambled down a forested track led to the hillside. Passing bogs and glades under the roof of leaves, he let the earth-scented air and the stilln