Lucid Dreams Wild Novels & Stories

Morning light filtered through the small window of our hut, soft and golden. For one blissful heartbeat I thought the forest, the beast, and that wicked tongue had all been a nightmare. Then the memories crashed over me. The glowing red eyes. The massive black body between my thighs. That long, rough tongue dragging through my folds, curling over my clit until I was shamefully wet and gasping. The way he had loomed above me, hot breath on my skin, claws the size of daggers, and the terrifying moment when I had felt the blunt, enormous head of his cock nudging at my entrance—thick, burning hot, far too big—right before darkness had taken me again.

ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ sᴜɴ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴡɪʟᴅ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ғɪʀᴇғʟɪᴇs

Lucius quickly fell asleep, but his dreams were soon filled with vivid imagery. In his dream, he found himself pressing Violet onto the grass, engaging in a passionate embrace with her for as long as he desired. Her unique fragrance lingered in his nostrils, refusing to dissipate. Suddenly, he awoke to an unexpected release from his body. Abruptly, he opened his eyes and saw the fluid on his bed. He ran his fingers through his hair, and tugged at it in frustration. It was bewildering! How could he allow that woman into his dreams, let alone...

Lightning flashed outside, illuminating the scene in stark, beautiful bursts. When the fruit finally began to crown at her entrance, Elowen dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around the exposed part, sucking gently while her tongue caressed the slick surface. At the same time, she sent fresh tendrils to wrap around Lila’s clit and thrust deep into her ass, fucking both holes mercilessly to heighten the sensations. Lila came violently. Her scream echoed through the greenhouse as her pussy clenched hard around the emerging fruit. Clear squirt sprayed around it in powerful arcs, soaking Elowen’s face and chest. The dryad drank greedily, moaning in pleasure as the orgasm fed the final rip

Luke and I exchanged confused glances. "What do you want?" Luke asked. Liam sighed. "I've been having strange dreams since I was a kid. It's always about me transforming into some sort of beast. Today it changed.... I.. in my dream I was attacked. When I woke up, I heard footsteps in my house and when I checked, all I could see was some sort of purple fog everywhere. I was horrified. I stepped out of my house. After that, I don't remember what happened. When I came back to my senses, I found myself in an alley. My clothes were torn and stained and I-I had claws"

“I will enter, but you must trust me completely.” Serenya’s pulse quickened, but Solana pressed warmth into her chest. I am here. Trust him. She exhaled and let her consciousness open. Malrik’s presence brushed against her mind like a soft wind before plunging deeper. Suddenly, she was standing again in the landscape of her dream—the sky aflame, five pillars of colored light piercing upward, and Koa, the white wolf with neon-green eyes, crowned in thorns and stars. The man’s hand drifted over Serenya’s temple as though tracing invisible lines of light only he could see. His voice dropped low, reverent.

~PLEASURE IN THE SKY ~ I sob. “Please don’t do this. Mom, help me. Don’t let him hurt me.” “No, don’t touch me!” “No, no—no!” I wake up to my phone’s alarm, reminding me it’s time to go back to New York. And back home. These nightmares are getting worse, even during afternoon naps. Ugh. This is not good. I quickly touch up my face and get ready for a flight with a client.

Not for intervention or for an easier path, but for the strength to face whatever lay ahead with courage and grace. As Luka slept, his dreams were filled with fleeting images: a field of shimmering Moon Roses, three wolves running side by side under a full moon, a circle of light protecting those within. Though he wouldn't remember these visions clearly upon waking, they would leave him with a sense of peace and purpose.

Lexie's POV Sleep did not grant me peace that night. If anything, it betrayed me. Shadows clawed at my dreams, twisting them into visions so vivid, so merciless, that even in unconsciousness I could not escape him. Rafael’s mocking grin. Ram’s fury. My own voice breaking as I screamed. I woke gasping, my body slick with sweat, trembling as though the nightmare still had me in its grip.