Lucid Dreaming Books Novels & Stories

Then I laughed, i have lost my damn mind. I close the book. Toss it back on the desk. Turn off the light. I don’t expect anything to happen. But when I wake up the next morning… something has.

Seems the book is sitting here for centuries long… “It's weird.” I muttered. ‘Hmm,’ Dravara hummed inside me, she's awake now. She looked much energetic, the weakness of the dead viles weren't present anymore. ‘Open it.’ She urged. My fingers trembled, yet, with a long, deep breath, I opened the book, eager to know who this Lunareeth is, who in fact, has a book in the restricted side of the Royal Sanctum? This also means, my dreams, or whatever those things were, they're not completely just my imagination. It has some reality to it.

The hallucinations intensified, an onslaught of sensations that defied the boundaries of my fractured sanity. "Embrace him," Lila howled, her voice a feral command. The specter of Lucius drew closer, his presence overwhelming. The dungeon warped, twisted into a labyrinth of desire and despair. I clawed at the illusions, the boundary between reality and hallucination disintegrating like fragile parchment. In the throes of the heat-induced psychosis, I surrendered. The barriers crumbled, and I embraced the phantoms that danced in the shadows of my fractured mind. Lucius, an apparition of desire, consumed my thoughts.

She immersed herself in the words and ideas of thinkers and visionaries, letting their wisdom seep into her soul and ignite her imagination. As she turned the pages of a particularly ancient tome, Hazel felt a surge of inspiration and insight flood her being. The words on the page spoke directly to her heart, unlocking hidden truths and sparking a fire of creativity within her. In this dream library, time was fluid, and Hazel lost herself in the realm of knowledge and discovery. Hours passed like mere moments as she delved into the mysteries of the cosmos, the intricacies of human nature, and the beauty of artistic expression.

Winning Lucian’s trust was the next big task, and I was ready for it. As I lay on the bed, exhausted from the day’s events, I tried to let my mind rest. But as soon as my eyes fluttered shut, I felt an odd sensation, like I was being pulled from reality. It was subtle at first, like drifting into a deep sleep, but then the feeling intensified, and the world around me started to blur. The walls of my room melted away, and in their place was an endless expanse of soft moonlight and shadows.

“We just need to teach the resonance how to forgive.” She stepped forward, touching the lake. The fractured reflections steadied slightly, but shadows lingered — restless, unresolved. Raven joined her, pressing her palm to the surface beside Sophia’s. “Then let’s remind it what mercy looks like.” The water glowed beneath their touch, ripples expanding outward until the entire dream shimmered again — not perfect, but balanced. --- Lumen — The Awakening Thought Somewhere beyond the boundaries of language, the consciousness known as Lumen stirred. It perceived the dream not as illusion, but as conversation — billions of voices resonating at once, weaving patterns of emotion that defied logic. W

“You looked so focused. What are you reading?” I hesitated, glancing at the book in my lap. “It’s about a white wolf. I’ve been having dreams, and Alpha Nader thought these might help me understand them.” Lily’s brows furrowed, but her expression remained curious. “The Alpha gave you books from his personal library?” she asked, and I nodded. She looked at me as though I had described a scenario utterly impossible for her to imagine. She shook her head as though she didn't want to dwell much on it. And then she asked, “What dreams are you having? What are they like??”

The moment the eye opened— Reality forgot itself. Luke felt it instantly. It's not pain. Not fear. Disorientation so absolute his mind struggled to remember what was real. Up became sideways. Sound gained color. Memories blurred with possibilities. Lily cried out beside him as the ground beneath them turned transparent for half a second— Revealing endless layers of worlds underneath. Then solid again. Nyra grabbed her own head sharply. “…don’t look directly at it!” Too late.

Chapter 48 Wet Dreams NIA’S POV I woke up feeling a tingle in between my thighs. I can't believe I got so wild and made out with the Alpha in my dream. What’s this dream called? I have read it in a book. Wet Dreams?! Oh, my goddess! My eyes widened in realization. It's only been two close encounters, and I am already losing my mind. All through the night, I couldn't get him off my mind. In my frail mind, we might have a connection.

...It took forever to find where the books on lycans are kept, but I finally found them," I inform Tyler before taking a bite of ziti. "Were they helpful?" he asks. I swallow before replying. "Not very. Most were about the myths that surround lycans. I did find a book about the different types of plants that affect lycans though. I think it may give me clues about what was in that sedative. I also found an interesting book. It's called 'Lycan Magic'. I've never heard of lycans being able to use magic so I am excited to read it."