Lucid Dreams Wild Novels & Stories

I'm sure that I'm in love with Wilder, but I had this strange dream after that comment Killian made yesterday. In the dream, I had sex with Wilder in my bed. It was excellent and safe, and my hands were on his pecs, touching his muscles and squeezing his bulging biceps. Only when I lifted my chin to meet his eyes, they were stormy blue rather than golden, and the smirk on the face was too feral to belong to Wilder, and then I woke up. Fuck. The worst part is that I orgasmed during my sleep. I woke up wet and fulfilled with the guilty pleasure of having got off to the idea of my naked, bodybuilder neighbor.

“I’m scared.” “Lady. My lady, wake up. You must wake up.” The urgent whisper roused Mary from unconsciousness, and as soon as she turned, seeking the annoyance that disturbed her, agony flashed through her body until she gasped for breath. “I’m sorry,” the woman said anxiously. “I know you’re badly injured, but you must hurry.” “Hurry?” Mary’s voice was slurred, and her brain was a mass of cobwebs. Beside her, Crispen stirred and gave a start of fright when he saw the shadow standing over the bed.

J. A woman’s voice: commanding but not strident, powerful yet soft as silk. In the dream, he froze in his tracks; in reality his cock leapt and he gripped it just under the crown to tame its volcanic arousal. He mustn’t come yet. There was still a long long night ahead ...

He struggled to mutter, "I promise I'll figure it out tomorrow, Lucas, I just need to sleep right now." He swung his body to the side and dove into the pitch-blackness. In his dream, a black wolf was sprinting alongside him in the forest. With golden eyes that shone like the moon, it was the most exquisite wolf Sterling had ever laid eyes on. The most amazing thing was that he shared the same appearance as the wolf sprinting beside him and was a wolf as well. ******

Dylan had an epiphany at that moment, and an idea came to him. "Have you ever heard of Lucid Dreams?" “What is it?” “It's a club that caters to every need, or something along those lines. It is the coolest club I have ever been to. It's ideal for hanging out; you should look it up and we can hang out there. What are your thoughts?” “I will research it and get back to you.” “All right, just let me know when you make your decision.” Rita's phone rang at that moment, so she excused herself and returned later. He almost missed it because he was preoccupied with what he saw the last time he went to Lucid Dreams.

I need to find her fast. The smell leads me to a clearing, a small feminine body crawled in the middle. “Wilda!” I shout. No answer. Her heartbeat, though erratic is there. I run to her and kneel beside her. She lays on her side with her hand twisted at a weird angle beneath her. I shake her. “Wilda,” I whisper. Still, she does not stir. She only twitches in her sleep. Her eyes are closed tight and her forehead is creased by a frown. She must be dreaming… probably having a nightmare. Who falls asleep in the middle of the woods at this time of the night?

As the hours of night slipped by, Mira drifted into restless dreams—of running wild through the forest, of Lucian’s arms around her, of a love that could destroy them both. She woke once, the room still cloaked in shadow, and listened to the hush of the forest outside—a distant owl, the rustle of leaves, the faint echo of her own heartbeat. The secret she carried felt both thrilling and terrifying, a fragile spark she wanted to shield from the world. Turning over, she hugged her pillow to her chest, replaying every second in Lucian’s arms, every whispered word, every stolen touch. The memory was a balm and a torment, making her ache for more.

The night air rushed over my skin, calming the chaotic rhythm of my heart for a moment. The breeze felt like a luxury I’d been starved of—cool, clean, free. It had been so long since I’d been able to breathe this kind of air. “Congratulations on becoming a wild cat,” Lucas’s voice reached me, pulling my attention for a second. He was holding a bouquet—bright flowers clutched in one hand, his expression unreadable in the dim light. But my eyes didn’t linger on him. They stayed locked on the city lights far in the distance, glittering like a promise I couldn’t touch. We must be far away from there, I thought. So far that even the thought of freedom felt like a cruel joke.

Lexie slept badly. Haunted by numerous dream sequences that tore at her subconscious mind with such vivid clarity that she woke shaking, only to once again feel shattered by the starkness of reality. Her blurred eyes searched for Ram and felt incredibly empty when she couldn't find even a trace of him there.

When I begged for rest and she insisted on watching the sunrise, I was mesmerised. It was a wake-up call. We have been neglecting our nature, our power. Reducing our internal spirits down to instincts and nudges. Every night, I slept in wolf form. My spirit showed me a different human she had been paired with in vivid, lucid dreams. All of them were queens or warriors. The dreams were never peaceful. In one, I appeared to lead a clan out in a wild, grassy tundra. Fighting against another woman, her eyes flickering with gold. The dream ended when she pummelled me to the ground and cut my throat. A smile across her face.