Lucid Dream Alyloony Novels & Stories

•FREYA• . . One minute I’m having the best orgasm and best fuck from my mate and the next thing I wake up in a Freaking nightmare, my body stood frozen over the bodies of Melissa, Kaiden, and Lucien as Aldro laughed in my face, “No, no, no this is all a dream” I chimed to myself as Aldro stared at me, with Lucien’s lifeless body, I tried to reach him but couldn’t, I failed in every attempt as my body was stuck in the same place while I watched the horrific scene before me

Everything will be fine,” Lucien said, a look of concern on his face. But it wasn’t. Her voice was distinct and clear in my mind. Then it began to fade as my vision blurred. I could feel myself being lifted from the ground. I was in the arms of someone, but I didn't know who it was because I couldn't open my eyes. They felt like they were glued together. “Wake up, Alora Damian, you can fight this… fight!” Nyx voice echoed again. “I'm trying” I whispered to Nyx in my mind.

All I craved so ardently was to wake up from the nightmare and realize that I am safe in my bed in my small apartment in the midst of Brooklyn. Though, as they stood in front of me, three men with eyes that seemed to burn with the deepest, most savage instincts every human possesses, I knew this was no dream. It was something I could not fathom, existence that was alien to me, but here I was in the midst of that reality without anyone preparing me for it. Ryder looked at me gently, and he touched my face with his large, coarse hand, and I felt goose pimples run all over my skin. “I won’t let things get this bad for you again Luna. I promise we’ll figure this out. ”

We left the cemetery and went to Ryker’s villa, our footsteps echoing in the silence of the afternoon. That night was the Lunar Peak's festival, hosted by Red Moon. The air was alive with anticipation, the sky a deep indigo blanket dotted with stars. The pack house was decorated with twinkling lights and vibrant flowers. Soft music played in the background, a melody that seemed to resonate with the night, adding a layer of enchantment to the atmosphere. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress. I looked beautiful, the reflection staring back at me almost unrecognisable. I had avoided staring at myself for long for it seemed as though I was staring at Lilith.

BLAZE* "A dream I had about you and me a couple of months ago," I said, and Lyra gasped next to me. "You, you had a dream about us," Lyra asked, and she sat up, with surprise written all over her face. "I call it a dream, but it was so vivid, and it felt so real. Researchers call it lucid dreaming, I think. I'm so glad that you are back. I've been working myself to the bone to keep from going nuts," I said.

Even the remanents that were left on Alana’s lap now gone. “What are you doing in there?” Loki snapped. “Trying to get Uriel to leave so you can come back and get in my brother’s pants again?” My head snapped to Loki, not used to the harshness in his playful voice with me. Alana can’t get in Luci’s pants. What’s in Luci’s pants was mine. I’m his mate! “Yeah, that’s right, you sluts are all the same,” Loki shook his head, pulling me away. Alana continued to be quiet, her eyes glancing at her hand and then at mine, rubbing at her chest thoughtfully. What did I do?

What’s going on with her? ** It’s close to a week now since Lorna last saw him. She’s been asking questions about creatures like him, and just two days ago she learnt he was not a wolf but a lycanthrope. No wonder he made a statement on the first night they met, “I ain’t a wolf.” Lorna also went ahead making research about how Lycans communicate with their mates, and she’s been trying the mind-link method since the day of her discovery. “ Urgh, fu*king answer me. “ She opened her eyes.

I hit send, my heart thudding against my ribs. Almost instantly, the screen lit up. Damon: Do you? I blinked. Aria: Do I what? Damon: Wish I was holding you tonight? My thumbs hovered over the screen. And then I typed, without hesitation— Aria: Yes!!! Sleep refused to come. I tossed and turned under the blanket, my skin too warm, my thoughts too loud. The pendant lay on my nightstand, still glowing faintly like a soft heartbeat in the dark. Every time I closed my eyes, the dreams came rushing back—forests burning, silver eyes watching me from the shadows, flames licking at my fingertips like they knew me.

After that, I think they just felt it in my aura – a silent promise that if they dared to open their mouth about my lovely, delicate name, they wouldn't be walking away with their teeth intact. I rolled my eyes and stifled a yawn. I was exhausted today. I really shouldn't have been scrolling through stupid reels until 2 a.m. – what a monumental waste of time. There was this old song playing on a loop in my head by Default; it didn’t fit the situation, but now it was stuck there, lodged in my brain like a splinter. I was deviating, I knew, especially since the Alpha boy was still smirking at me like I was his favorite form of entertainment.

"Molly, if he's your mate, you have to be careful. You should reject it! You can't let a man who was just your mother's suitor, an old dude, become your everything. It's scandalous! It's messy! Your the Alpha’s child…" A bitter laugh escaped my lips, and a tear pricked the corner of my eye. "Reject it? Elara, it's not that simple. It's not just a feeling. It's... it's physical. Every night, when the house is quiet, I have these... dreams. Wet,-aching dreams about him. About his hands, his scent, the way he looks at me."