Immortal Dream X 소설 & 이야기

Yuna agreed, “Yes, I have heard of them, but I didn’t think it was a gift like mine.” He sighed, “It technically isn’t like yours. You have perfect memory forever, but these people have perfect memory only in that lifetime. I don’t usually give this gift to people forever because it can be tough on some people. Being immortal isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. People can go a little crazy after experiencing multiple lifetimes with this ability. It’s mainly because of how they choose to use the gift. Unlike you, they want to use it for self-gain. I’ve seen many that used the gift to cheat their way through life. I was proud to know that you used this gift to change the world for the good a

“That is the plan. I wanted to let you get some rest before I disturbed it.” She smiled and rolled over on the pillow. “You’re allowed to disturb me anytime you want. How much rest have you gotten?” His touch burned a trail down her back. She tried to snuggle back into it, but he wasn’t really there. She didn’t understand it. Usually, when they were in a dream together she could touch him. The only thing she could think of was he wasn’t truly asleep. “An hour, or as long as it took to fall asleep and be here. The transmitter in the hole didn’t work, babe. I need you to wake up shortly and see about getting into the bathroom—the team will be here soon.”

💀 ⸻ Then one day… He discovered something terrifying. 😨 ⸻ The First Dreamer wasn’t immortal. ⸻ He could die. 💔 ⸻ 🌙 The Plan The Architect became obsessed. 📖 Because if the Dreamer died… Reality would become ownerless. 🌌 And whoever controlled reality… Would control everything. 💀 ⸻ So he made a plan. A terrible plan. ⚡ A plan that took centuries. ⸻ A plan called… PROJECT ECHO

It shocked him to see her there. "Are you going to speak or should I order her head to be cut off, you should choose because my patience is wearing thin" Aldon threatened with anger in his eyes. Xavier knew that he wasn't bluffing. "Kill her!" Aldon ordered. "Wait!, I got my immortality from the blood of a woman. Her name is Eva and she's the Luna of the Black Moon pack" Xavier revealed and lowered his head.

“That’s what the white creature is. A Gravok. They herd Ferals. I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.” I gave a watery laugh. “It was a dream, Xan. You can’t fight dreams.” “I hate that it touched you at all,” he growled, brushing damp hair from my face. “I hate anything that scares you.” I closed my eyes and reached inside myself. Wolf? You there? Nothing. Not even an echo. Figures, I thought. Just trauma. Xander suddenly pulled back, clapped his hands once, and flashed that wicked grin that always melted my defenses.

A deafening hum filled the air, growing louder as I fought to hold on. And then—the world snapped back into place. Damien was still here. I gasped, my body trembling, a cold sweat breaking across my skin. “That was barely a few minutes,” Damien murmured, his tone calm, but his eyes searching mine for any sign of weakness. “Xiana, this is going to be harder than you thought.” I swallowed, my head pounding. “I know.” Determined, I tried again. And again. Each time, I reached for the tether that connected us, but the dream realm resisted with an almost sentient force every time I pulled.

“ Why would I have a blood bond with Xavier? We have only had two proper conversations, and all happened in the two days. Hard to believe he drank my blood anytime in the last 17 years.” “Right and blood bonds don’t cause dream surfing. I’ve heard of this before, but it only happens with incubus or succubus, never with a werewolf.” Iris says as she takes a bit of her burger. “Dream demons?” I ask, confused. “Yeah, I don’t know much, but my sister does. She specializes in dreams and the subconscious.” Iris explains. Right, Iris’s sister Raina is an expert in all things dreams; how could I forget. She would be the perfect person to help me figure out what the hell is going on.

“Unlike these four they are purified, reborn, made immortal. Beyond weakness.” Immortals? I gritted my teeth, forcing my arms to push me upright. I wouldn’t stay down. I refused to. Mr. X raised a brow, the faintest note of surprise flickering across his face. “You can still move?” he mused, clearly intrigued. “Fascinating. No wonder my master wants you so badly.” His hand shot out and wrapped around my throat, lifting me like I weighed nothing. My feet kicked at the empty air, scrabbling for ground that was no longer there.

It is a country where the common representation of it is death. It feels as like my throat has been holding my voice back as I open my mouth, and a minute later, just silence was my reaction. "Don't push yourself to be worried about him since he's not a child anymore, Solstice," he says. I can't help but stare at his emerald eyes as if it's the only thing keeping me sane from the words I've been hearing, “However, may I advise that Xander will never die, he's immortal whatever he does.”