Lucid Dreams Dangerous Novels & Stories

he said, bowing to Damien. “You are not supposed to wake up yet,” he continued. “This is the first time this has ever been done, just as I said before. There are a few reasons why you might have woken up early. The first is that the liquid is not as strong as we believed, which is very unlikely. The second is that you met someone who is laced with dark magic. That kind of presence can make your time in the spirit world unstable, and that is very dangerous.” He looked at us closely. “Did you meet anyone like that?”

I whisper. But his voice follows me, low and certain. “You already are.” And the worst part? He’s right. That night, lying in the dark, I pressed a pillow over my face to muffle the truth. Lucian is dangerous. Not because of who he is, but because of what he makes me feel. Because every time he looks at me, I feel myself unraveling. And I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.

“You always forget to suppress them when you're excited. Like a divine golden retriever with a god complex.” Yin pouted. “It’s hard! I’m biologically fluffy!” Shu ignored that and went back to the bigger issue—the cosmic disaster looming over all their heads like a flaming celestial lawsuit. “Anyway,” Shu said, voice sharpening, “you have to find out what her ability is. If Nexus was wrong—if he handed the role to a completely unawakened mortal—we’re all screwed.” “Dramatically, or—?” “Dramatically AND literally,” Shu snapped. “If the Moon hears about this, she’ll skin Nexus, bury me under an avalanche of lunar bureaucracy, and probably turn you into a decorative scarf for his temple guards.

This dream, this uninvited encounter—it was an omen, dark and foreboding, a shadow on my very soul. His laughter melded with the crimson glow of the blood moon overhead, casting eerie patterns on the dark forest floor, amplifying the surreal and dangerous atmosphere. And it hit me then, harder than before: this wasn't just a dream. It was a warning, a glimpse into a labyrinth of shadows I had yet to navigate. As I struggled against the dream's viscous fabric, his eyes—piercing green like the most precious of emeralds—held me in a gaze that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

The restaurant seemed to fade away, leaving just us in a bubble of candlelight and impossible revelations. "That's crazy," I whispered. "White Luna mythology isn't real. It's just folklore." "Is it?" His violet eyes held mine. "Or is it history that's been deliberately forgotten, suppressed by those who fear supernatural power?" "I had stress hallucinations," I said, pulling my hand back. "My therapist explained it. I was processing trauma through fantasy. None of it was real." "What if your therapist was wrong?" Lucien's voice was gentle but insistent. "What if what you experienced wasn't hallucination but awakening? The first stirring of ancient power in your bloodline?"

she opened her eyes and looked at her mom. "I told you not to lucid dream often. It may affect your mental health," her mom said. "Mom, what's the importance of having a power like Lucid dreaming if I wouldn't use it?" she asked philosophy. "Nicole, sleep paralysis is always twin to Lucid dreaming. See what happens to your great-grandmother who Lucid dreams about often? She died," her mother said while preparing her uniform. "Mom, I'm not like her who abused it and escape reality," she replied.

The vivid images of Lucas, teeth bared and eyes ablaze, holding her down, growling in a sea of feral urges—intense and unnerving—had become a nightly ritual, a dance with desires she wasn't ready to confront. Shaking her head in the dim morning light, Jessica tried to dispel the haunting remnants of her dreams, recognizing the danger they posed. Dangerous, not in their explicit nature, but in the truths they hinted at, truths she wasn't prepared to unearth. Yet, like shadows, these feral urges clung to her.

“I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?” Clearing his throat, still dense with lust, he sighed. “If I tell you, I put you in danger.” Zoe rolled her eyes. “Oh please, as if that isn’t the oldest line in the criminal’s handbook.” “It’s the truth.” “So, you just expect me to believe that I’m not in a dangerous situation right now?!”

She’d figured that was something the shifter mind did to make things a little less jarring when the shifter woke up. Next clue was how intense the colours were. She so rarely remembered her dreams. At least she’d not done something crazy like entering the Dream Realm. That would have been truly frightening, with the Dream Realm pretty much an unstable war zone. It was dangerous normally, but now. Now it was dangerous and unstable. NARC made sure everyone and anyone that could access it knew that it wasn’t safe for anyone to access. The mages claimed that places here and there appeared to be healing or repairing itself, but it would take time for that to change.

“You’re not alone with this anymore. You hear me?” Something inside her loosened at those words. But fear lingered. “Liam… what if it really is in my head? What if I’m” He cut her off softly, but firmly. “I saw it glow, Lola. My brain is messed up sometimes, sure, but I don’t hallucinate glowing symbols on your skin.” Her heart thudded. “Do you think he’s dangerous?” Liam hesitated not because he didn’t know, but because he wanted to answer carefully. “I think anyone who says ‘you’re not safe without me’ is a red flag.”