Novel & Cerita Lucid Dreaming Books

I paused as I thought about some excuse, “it’s bothering. You’re bothered about it, right?” Dang. “Ah. Y-yeah. It’s quite scary, but I can still h-handle.” “Um...” I breathed. “Lucid dreaming can help... a dream during which dreamers, while dreaming, are aware that they are dreaming. However,” I said, “it takes a lot of practice. Some people take on superpowers or special abilities, so they can fight back against the attacker. Escaping, you can do things like flying away or even doing techniques to deliberately wake up from the nightmare.”

I'm not happy! * (Lucid dream is meant by the author is a lucid dream that immediately takes someone's life through dreams) "Calm down, young man, we visit you only to give this," said the lion head again. Now there is a light in front of me, the light gradually changes its shape into a cube and a book. The cube that I saw in the room. "Fight Lucifer and find the seven witches, guard the cube and this book," said the lion head again. I also took the book and cube, feeling confused.

Lucy As a demon, I don't dream often. Emotions are a blessing I've been given, and now, as I blink life into my eyes, I realize that I've been granted the experience of lucid dreaming. It seems I can't control what is happening or change from my insignificant dragon form. I'm rushing in darkness, darting between giant, ghostly trees. My mind is scattered and hunting for something in the unknown, and I don't stop until I pick up a voice.

"Emotions from books?" "It is magick, Aurora. Magick. Everything is possible." Aurora thought about her nightmares. The lucid feelings she got from her nightmares. If everything and anything was possible, then... her vivid nightmares must be possible, too. "Oh, okay." Rory said with a sigh. This was going to be not easy. "And Rory... remember to be open minded about it." "I am open-minded, dad. I just can't still grasp this, but I will." She said as she walked out of the library, clutching the books close to her heart.

I am facing a mirror ceiling and my body on top of a luxurious golden bed. “Gosh, that was a weird dream!” I exclaimed as I held the alarm clock on the bedside table. It’s three in the morning. Sweet. I walked towards the little fridge and grabbed a pitcher of cold water before letting my dry lips taste its coolness. “What kind of dream is that?” I asked myself, as if some voice inside me would answer. “Nah. I’m just overthinking my overthinking.” I grabbed an erotic book that I found in Tyler’s room earlier about a priest and a virgin. The Silver Pack Alpha is in his room, snoring ‘cause I told him to do so.

“These are forbidden records. Pages about soul stuff that most wolves never see. See if anything makes sense to you. But be careful.” I took the book. My fingers moved on their own, flipping straight to a certain section like I had read it before. Words jumped out at me clear as day. “This part here. It talks about binding fragments of the dead into a living host. Look at the symbols. They match the dreams I had. The ones with the moonlight and the whispers.” Rhydian leaned over my shoulder, reading along closely. His breath brushed my ear. “How do you know how to read this? No one in the pack touches these books. They are locked away for a reason.”

“He’s… not real, right? But I can see him. I’ve heard you sometimes… scream late at night. Moaning, gasping. I thought you were watching something sexual and masturbating, but this… please Can I… touch him?” Lucian looked at me, he got furious and aroused. “You brought her here? Into my world, without my consent??” “She won’t tell anyone Lucian ,” I said quickly, my voice damn shaking. Lucian’s angry face was scary. “Sophie let me explain everything…he’s real here okay?. These books you see are fantasies that make things happen. Whatever sex you read from this erotic series, you would feel it. You want to feel it too?”

AUTHOR'S NOTE: SO THE BOOK TWO WILL BE STARTING IN THE NEXT TWO CHAPTERS. IT WILL BE ABOUT RHEA AND LUCIEN. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS CHAPTER! RHEA'S POV: It takes so much longer for me to find sleep now. Ever since the dragon tore the sky apart, my dreams have shifted. They aren’t peaceful or empty anymore. They are full of whispers and ancient melodies I don't recognize, etched in the spaces between sleep and waking.

"Tonight's topic: Describe exactly how you came this morning. How you moaned. Where your hand was. What you said. And how many fingers you shoved inside yourself while crying my name." He stepped back. "You have one hour." Then he left. ⸻ 11:54 PM -- Her Room Ashley stared at the blank page on her Notes app. She was sweating. Plugged. Legs open. The wand lay on the nightstand, untouched -- now forbidden. She began to type. ⸻ Nightly Report -- Day 1 Sir, I woke up thinking about what you'd written. I kept hearing it over and over in my head -- "clean the lube off your dildo," "try harder," "I'm watching."

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s