Immortal Dream X Novels & Stories

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 and not for the bad. I also believed that you would use your best judgement to use the

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

💀 ⸻ 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

She didn’t care much for mortal affairs beyond what her job required her to know. Lisa circled over the building and landed gently on the roof. She wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her; mortals couldn’t see reapers unless the reaper wanted to be seen. There was a glass dome in the center of the roof, made from green, transparent glass. One side of the dome had a giant hole in it, as though something heavy had been thrown through it. Lisa approached the hole and jumped in, tucking her wings to avoid the jagged edges.

“Oh god, you have no idea I've touched myself again and again to the thought of having an orgy with so many girls. But I've never had the chance to explore with anyone.” “Well now is your chance, baby. We will take good care of you tonight.” Dream spoke. “Touching myself and imagining an orgy of beautiful women was truly what kept me sane during those years of running in my village. Till I came here a found this crew. They've kept me grounded ever since, letting me explore their bodies as I please. And now we would do the same to you.” “You deserve it baby, you've earned it,” Celestine whispered. The air in the attic felt thicker. Their scents surrounded me. The knowledge that they were alre

“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.

“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.”

“You’re safe. You’re here with me. I swear by all that’s holy, I’ll never let something happen to you.” He caressed her face. Huddled against him she was bathed in moonlight from the window slit. Her silvery hair was a halo falling over her shoulders as she peered up at him. “It seems I wasn’t the only one haunted by nightmares tonight?” “No.” “What was this one?” He sighed. Leaning up. “You know, I suppose it’s easy for one who is not, to envision immortality as something beautiful. A state of eternal agelessness which they think will be filled with endless moments of ecstasy, greatness and enlightenment.”