Lucid Dream Alyloony Novels & Stories

A scream echoes through the halls, and I immediately know it is coming from Alora’s room. I cannot hold my lycan back and I shift as I run down the hall toward Alora’s screams. My pajama pants rip as my massive lycan surges forward. I don’t consider that Alora has never seen a lycan before as I burst through her bedroom door. A roar leaves my mouth and my eyes search the room looking for the threat but there isn’t one. Alora is lying on the bed with her eyes closed tightly. Her head is twisting from side to side, and she is mumbling under her breath. My lycan watches her carefully. She is dreaming. I am surprised that my roar did not wake her up.

My voice trailed off as I stepped into his comforting embrace and inhaled his scent. "Maybe it was a dream and you were sleep walking?" He stroked my hair. "Dreams can feel real." "Yeah, that must be it. And I do have a very vivid imagination." I accepted his explanation, eager to forget about it and move on. "Elysium says there's a development with Ally, let's go see her." "Ally!" I took my demon's hand and ran back to the castle. Dream? Vision? Or psychosis?

Azalea's POV Every full moon night, something strange happens. I don't know exactly what happened last night. But as I washed my hair in the sink this morning, I could vividly recall my dream last night, when I "wolfed-out" and ran through the streets of Brooklyn. The moonlight illuminated my path, made everything enveloped in silver light, and I was completely happy. I haven't been that happy in a long time. The thing is, I'm not a wolf. I'm an ordinary human... right? And werewolves don't exist... right?

She was glad she was one of them. When the pills started to kick in, she felt peaceful, as if all the tangled knot in her head and her body was loosened. Her eyes felt heavy. The last thing that crossed her mind before she went to sleep was Amber's terrified face as she screamed her lungs out falling away from her to the ground.

“It’s obvious the… switching affects her. She's been having these seizures for days now. Maybe we should call the sorceress. She’ll know what to do.” At the mention of the sorceress, Alycia pulled back from Rowen’s chest and looked between the two brothers, eyes wide. “The sorceress?” she echoed. “You mean the one we went to see… at that creepy place?” Rowen nodded slowly. Alycia’s brows pinched together. “Funny…” she murmured. “I keep seeing her face in my dreams.” Her voice cracked slightly. “I think I’m going crazy.” “No, you’re not,” Lucien said firmly, stepping forward. His presence loomed, steady and commanding, though there was softness in his tone when his eyes met hers. “You’re tran

I smiled in my sleep. I wondered who the guy was and why he was so nice to me. I wanted to open my eyes but the drug was already kicking and there was a war between my body and my mind. I couldn't keep my eyes open for even a second. I sighed in my sleep as pictures of Noah played in my dream. I kept seeing him in my dream which was a function of my lycan because I was not interested in him invading my dream space and torturing me there as well.

Chapter 19 ALPHA DYLAN’S POV “Actually, this is a question that occurred to me, a few days ago and that’s because of a dream I had.” I said to Elder Lane so as not to make him suspect anything. “What dream is that, Alpha?” He asked, out of curiosity as he focused on me, keenly. “Well, actually, I had a dream that I was looking into a mirror and then I saw me look-alike, coming towards me. So, it’s a weird dream for me. Do I perhaps have a twin?”

Where I felt like a crumpled mess, Rayne's gaze was blank as if he had not just kissed the life out of me. I maintain my stubborn stance even though I desperately want to flee from the foreign feelings his touch brings to me. His fingers caress my skin, harshly yet enjoyable. How am I supposed to explain this conflicting feelings. "I have no idea what you are talking about," I said in reply to his earlier statement. My voice shook as I spoke. His gaze darkened for the third time that night and the next things he said was like a confirmation to my delusional palette. "Get down on your knees, Lilith." My name on Rayne's lips right now is like a curse, a testament to my impending doom.

We burned our old sigils under the moon. Painted new ones in ash and blood. “We are not wolves anymore,” I said. “We are Eclipse.” And the howl that followed wasn’t mine alone. It was ours. The moon bled red. The earth opened in silence. From the crater rose something tall, robed, wrong. No scent. No breath. No time. The Man with No Scent was just a vessel. This was the god inside. The Hollow One. And it already knew my name. He came to me while I dreamed. Not Vaeron. Not Dax. A stranger with eyes like frostfire. He touched my hand. The dream caught fire.

**Lara's POV** I ended the call and let the burner phone fall onto the bedspread. My voice, disguised through the scrambler, still echoed in my head—sharp, cold, and unrecognizable even to me. "Five million dollars," I whispered to myself, my lips curving into a grim smile. “That should keep him awake all night.” Derek's reflection moved in the mirror across from me, calm where I was trembling with adrenaline. He leaned against the dresser, arms folded, eyes dark with pride.