Lost Dreams Novels & Stories

“You chained me to a wall and starved me for days. Now you care about rest?” “Yes,” he said calmly. “Because if you burn out now, I lose everything.” I turned my head to look at him. “You mean you lose me.” He didn’t deny it. Sleep came hard and heavy when it finally took me. My dreams were worse than the memories. I saw Lucas again, but this time he was standing on the edge of a battlefield, his eyes glowing silver as he looked at me with fear instead of love. I saw Karen screaming my name as light tore the ground apart beneath her feet.

Arc II – The Curse Rewrites Itself Chapter 21 – The Dream That Refused to Die For a time, peace looked real. People woke alone, stumbled through mornings that felt honest. No murmurs in their heads, no invisible warmth pressing against their thoughts. They cried from relief. They cried from loss. Mira and Adrian tried to believe it was over. --- But the dreams never truly stopped. At first, they were fragments: a stranger whispering your name in a language you didn’t know,

His hand froze in midair, and his face went slightly pale. But he recovered quickly and gave a soft laugh. “Clara, you’re joking, right? Everyone in Harbor City knows Miles is just...” Evan did not finish. The whispers and laughter around us slowly rose in his place. “Mr. Pierce is still trying to save the Langfords some dignity. He’s just an idiot.” “Exactly. Just a useless son the Langfords keep around for show.” Miles stopped moving. His head lowered, and I could not see his expression.

Exhausted and frustrated, she finally decided to get some rest, hoping that sleep would bring clarity. That night, she was plagued by unsettling dreams. The shadowy realm of Nyxterra reappeared in her sleep, its endless twilight sky and eerie silence wrapping around her like a shroud. In the dream, she wandered through the desolate landscape, calling out for Elias, but the shadows swallowed her voice, leaving her isolated and lost.

She walked aimlessly, letting her feet guide her through familiar and unfamiliar paths alike, trying to find a sense of peace in the chaos around her. Meanwhile, Zared was having a nightmarish dream. In his mind, he saw Lily turning away from him, her face etched with cold resolve. She was telling him that she would never forgive him, that he would never be a part of her life again. The dream was vivid and agonizing, a stark reminder of the reality he now faced. He woke up in a cold sweat, the weight of his despair crushing him.

I don’t know why he was so adamant to have me when he could just mark and mate with Samantha making her his Luna. I’m guessing when they disappear they go back to run the pack. The one that I didn’t believe existed until they came back smelling of different scents one day a while back. It would be so helpful if I could remember something. Anything! Just one thing, please mind. Tell me who it is that I miss so much, help me cure my aching heart. The men in my dreams, the woman and man, the group of people around my age telling me things like I should be familiar with them.

This time he used the other name he knew who had a bad temper. “--lost.” He heard her speak and he didn’t hear any other sound after that. He went to the couch and looked at the door, waiting for them to come out. Inside the room, Kyla was sitting on the floor, she saw blood on her feet and it reminded her of awful things she had run away when they were little. “I’m lost.” she quietly said before she was pulled back to blackness.

“I don’t know. I almost didn’t. We got cut off, there were five of us. I remember the Spectrals attack and then there’s just darkness. I don’t remember anything till I woke up weeks later. I just remember the fighting before.” “That’s awful.” lyra said then she turned to lisa “Was that what your dream was about? A battle you were in back in your world?” Lisa looked between them then looked away. To explain it made her sound pathetic. Pathetic and worthless. She bit her tongue and said nothing. She could feel the initial panic had gone and now she was falling into the familiar exhaustion of emotions. She sat back in the chair, watching the flames flickering. Picking up the stringlet she playe

I woke up late at night. Its already three in the morning. The supposedly busy streets were silent. I drank a cup of water before going inside the bathroom. I feel so dirty because of the dried sweat, I slept as soon as I arrived to my dormitory, earlier. I wasn’t able to clean myself up so I’m doing it now. I took a long bath and made sure I scrub all the dirt off of my body. I went out wearing only my bath robe. I went to my closet and picked proper clothes I can wear outside. In the end, I decided for a black denim short that has a lace design on both sides, a white oversized long sleeved sweat shirt with hoodie, a cool black rubber shoes and a black cap. I checked myself in front of the

She sighed, "All I recall is waking up to find you next to me. Was there an accident that I can't remember?" Furthermore, Lana was haunted by recurring dreams of a man dressed in white. His face, always out of focus, eluded her grasp in the dream world. She would reach out, but he would always slip away. This left her in a wakeful state, her heart aching with a mysterious pain that refused to fade with the morning light.