Isle Of Dream Novels & Stories

*Isla* I am dreaming again. I know that it’s a dream because nothing I’m experiencing makes sense to me from my most recent memories, and as I puzzle over what I am looking at, trying to put it together, I’m struggling to figure out not only where I am but when I am… as well as who I am. This feels different than the other two dreams I’ve had recently where it took me a while to realize that I was dreaming and then to figure out who I was, but I seemed to know when it was happening.

its just a dream" Lily also said that but why didn't it feel so. I have had tons of dreams before but this one just seemed too off, too scary, too real. I am really over thinking this, maybe I should just stop worrying so much. Its just a dream. "Where did you get that" she yelled out of nowhere making me flinch a little. "Get what?" I asked "That" she pointed to my wrist where my silver bracelet sat. "Oh, it was a birthday gift" "Its beautiful" she held my arm, staring awestruck at the thing.

"But what?" "We're you having a nightmare?" Zayn asked. Was I that obvious? Of course, it was a good dream at first until I witnessed something that was meant to be a message for me from a dragon. But who could this dragon be, and what does he want? All I know is he wanted me to head to Dead Man Island. It's an island far off the coast between Whithold and Sanscrit, the neighboring kingdom. Dead Man Island is where you go and never come back. Everything on that island is a death trap.

His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.” I smiled as I stepped closer to him. “The food was wonderful. But I’m still pretty excited to try out your world famous Ramen noodles one of these days.” Gabe chuckled and then leaned in, surprising me with a kiss. The passion in the air ignited instantly as we embraced in front of the sunset. The island air blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and warm sand. It was a picture perfect moment; one that I never saw myself actually experiencing. This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life.

Neither of them even looked at it this time as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her in a way that she knew she would never grow tired of. A dream series continues with part 3 After the Dream

Finally, it was a time to relax, but Celine felt everything but relaxation. Celine chose Ponza Island, a small island in Italy. She hoped for some quiet time for reflection since she read reviews somewhere that this small island is perfect for people who want some solitude and to enjoy nature. They were not wrong. Beautiful beach, crystal clear seawater, cute stores here and there. But there was nowhere she could indulge in her favorite hobby—shopping. Worse yet, most stores didn’t accept credit cards. Cash Only. Oh, two words that shouldn’t belong together.

Her children had given up their lives to save their mother. “I understand that, but the safety of these children is more important than our comfort. For the most part, that isle hides from the entire world. A spell that Willow created so long ago, I don’t think even she can recall it all. Maybe we can find one of the outer islands and stay on it?” Rayne looked to Dimitri, then to Magnusson, seeing that they both knew of another island that belonged to the chain. One that would be in the mist but out enough that no one on the isle would have to know they had arrived. “The Isle of Scrym.” Both men said at once with a slight smile on their faces. Rayne looked at Dimitri to see what he truly tho

Isabel went home happily. Isabel's dream was over and her eyes opened, it was one of her memories at Fia river that she had just dream about. If only Nathaniel Dave could have this kind of dream... Nathaniel Dave was the boy who would sacrifice his life to enter the sea just to save her from being punished by her mother should she lost her sandal, how sad is it to know now that the same man care less about her or her child, not only did he not care about her going to prison, he was indifferent about the death of her child and even burnt the gravesite into pieces.

The storm that had swallowed the island had burned itself out somewhere behind her, leaving nothing but mist and silence in its wake. The sea carried her gently now. Too gently. Elise slipped in and out of consciousness without warning. Sometimes she thought she was awake, staring up at the pale sky, only to realize moments later that she had been dreaming again. Other times, she dreamed so vividly that waking felt like falling. In one dream, she was a child again. She stood barefoot at the edge of shallow water, toes sinking into wet sand as waves lapped at her ankles. The air smelled clean, untouched. The world felt softer.

“I want it to, Isla. Help me make it work.” She nuzzled closer, pressing into him as if anchoring herself. Her voice was small but it was enough. “Yes,” she breathed. “I’ll try. I want it too.” Both of them hoped for a better future. Isla thought that this could only be in her dream and she hoped never to wake up from that dream. As long as she can be with him this way. This dream should never end.