Romans & histoires Haunted By Dreams

Ruby didn't want to willingly add another false memory to her head, so she didn't bother giving a thought to the name, or whether she was supposed to know him. "Hmm," she just exclaimed. "What are you running from?" He asked her. "I'm running from a horrible nightmare that I just won't wake up from." She stated with a shudder, Alden's brow furrowed while he tried to make sense of the message. But she was awake, he thought to himself. "I'm deeply sorry about it, and I hope you wake up from that dream." He said waving the reality off. Anabelle, Alden's sister approached the two slowly and cheerfully.

he said and that name made my heart clench, “so, you need to tell someone, in case you run into trouble. And I am the only one here and you can’t do it alone either. So, tell me.” I sighed, “I get haunted in my dreams sometimes by the deaths I witnessed on Snowfang mountain. Even my loyal assistant, the men that we found dead and injured…even when you flew off that cliff. Everything keeps replaying in my mind like a fucking movie and I know, I just have to find a solution to it, Malric. I have this looming feeling that we haven’t seen the worst of it yet.” His eyes grew worried as he squinted at me, “You mean, those creatures get worse than that?”

Lexie slept badly. Haunted by numerous dream sequences that tore at her subconscious mind with such vivid clarity that she woke shaking, only to once again feel shattered by the starkness of reality. Her blurred eyes searched for Ram and felt incredibly empty when she couldn't find even a trace of him there.

Eva’s voice is quiet but firm. I nod too quickly. “Yes. Just… tired.” That’s a lie. I’m not tired. I’m terrified. My dreams have always haunted me—flashes of red, sharp screams, the crack of bones. Young women dying. Again and again. I used to wake up crying, gasping, clawing at my own skin. I never told anyone. Not even him. Because deep down, I thought maybe… they were memories. Maybe I was the one killing them.

I paced across the room, my heart racing as the echoes of my last dream still clung to my skin. The furies. The whispered warnings, the icy grips, and the terror—they were becoming more real with every passing day. The eerie connection between me and the Underworld was no longer something I could brush aside.

After we got engaged, my fiancee sent a child from abroad. She also sent an email along with it. [Noah, I was so bored overseas that I accidentally had a baby with Raivo Fallon. Since you’ve always been so eager to suck up to me, I’ll leave this child in your care. You can get some practice ahead of time so you’ll be ready to be our caregiver when I return home to Abrein.] Without a word, I handed the child over to the butler. Seven years later, all the CEOs stationed overseas returned to Abrein for their performance reviews. Laina Miller drove up in a Raypach, leading a large entourage that blocked me at the entrance to the Miller family residence. She held a cigarette between her li

And I had been foolish enough to feel guilty, desperate to cure his legs as if I owed him everything. The tears I shed now washed away the last fragments of attachment I had for him. This false marriage, carried on for five years, needed to end here. As I closed my eyes and finally let go, a cold mechanical voice rang through my mind. "Host, the system has detected a second mission failure. Do you wish to terminate it?"

I quickly drift off to sleep. Not surprisingly, my sleep is filled with nightmares, each one more terrifying than the last. The visions are incredibly vivid: snarling werebears surround me in an ever-tightening circle; a giant roc ensnares me in its talons and carries me to its mountaintop nest; fearsomely ugly ogres tie me to a spit and begin roasting me over a blazing fire. The dreams all have the same thing in common—I’m about to meet some horrifying doom. I sure hope that my as yet unrevealed Power doesn’t turn out to be precognition!

"Do you have dreams? Nightmares, maybe?" The world seemed to tilt again. "What are you talking about?" "Dreams about running. About being chased. About someone calling your name." He was watching me intently now, and I could see something desperate in his eyes. "Dreams that feel more like memories." My blood went cold. Those were exactly the dreams that had been haunting me for years. Dreams I'd never told anyone about, not even Erin. Dreams where I ran through dark forests with something chasing me, where voices called my name in languages I didn't understand, where I woke up gasping and covered in sweat.

The memory of the triumphant sneer of Amara, the mocking laughter of her friends echoing over and over in my brain, cut a little deeper each time into my already shattered heart. Exhaustion eventually began to catch up, my head nodded, sending my body slumping against the tree. But even sleep wasn't a refuge. My dreams haunted me, plagued by images of the beast said to roam these woods, a creature born of nightmares, lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike.