Lucid Dreams Wild Novels & Stories

When she was naked and completely open to him. For now, there was no hurry, he remainded himself, biting back a groan. He'd promise. Admittedly, in the dreamy, half-drugged state he was in, he couldn't remember exactly what it was that he had promised, but ripping off her clothes and falling on her was not in the plan. He cupped her lascious ass lovingly in his hands, seconding the rubbing herself against him now, her breathing rapid, almost panicked. Suddenly taut, and shuddered violently.

My wolf was pacing inside me like a caged animal, snarling at shadows and whispering one name over and over. Lucas. Mate. Lucas. Mate. Forty-eight hours. Forty-eight goddamn hours since I’d seen him. And every second since has been a slow descent into madness. The dreams had gotten worse. At first, they were just flashes—Lucas’s hands, his mouth, the unbearable weight of wanting him. But now… Now they were full-on sex scenes. Mating. Rutting. Intense fucking. In last night’s dream, I’d pinned Lucas down, bitten him until he bled, rutted into him like I was starving. And the worst part?

But then, where could I get money for Peyton's treatment in this small unproductive town other than a stripper club. Lilian was kind enough to teached me about the private rooms, and the ways things work around the club. I felt a pang of guilty thinking about the disappointment of my father if he came to know about my motives but for now I needed the money and if twerking in front of the crowd as Miss Penelope could earned me a couple of thousands dollars, Nothing could stop me not even the man that just locked gazes with me.

**Dream** I am playing in the clearing with Darius. We are laughing and running around when all of a sudden the sky goes black and Darius has disappeared. I am then standing in front of a very large white wolf and a slightly smaller white panther. I am surprised when I don’t feel scared but safe and connected to them somehow. I then shoot my hands to my head as a sharp stabbing pain hits me along with 2 soft female voices, "Yasmine, it is time to remember..."

He is really going to stay there all night. Part of me wants to open the door. Wants to let him in. Wants to feel less alone. But I cannot. Not yet. Not until I figure out what is real and what is just the bond pulling at me. So I go back to the bed. Lie down. Close my eyes. And somehow with Adrian on the other side of the door I finally fall asleep. The dreams come but they are strange. Fragmented. I am running but I cannot see my body. Just trees blurring past. Wind in my face. The feeling of freedom. Of power. Of something wild trying to break free inside me.

CHAPTER 127 The house was quiet again. Wards re-established. Bodies exhausted. Even Elias had finally gone quiet in his room, too drained to speak another word. They had all gone to sleep, one by one, drifting into that rare pocket of peace before another inevitable storm. But Lucian didn’t find peace in sleep. Not anymore. The dreams came quickly. Blinding light. A battlefield. Screams. Ash falling like snow. Lucian stood at the edge of something enormous—a cliff of stars, overlooking a realm that shimmered with impossible color. His hands were coated in blood that glittered gold under an unfamiliar sun.

I can’t even recognize the female voice screaming, “Fuckkk! You are so good! Stop! Aarrrgghhh!” But his tongue and lips were relentless as he sucked and licked my cunt, his fingers scissoring in and out of my wetness. He hummed against my clit and I came with a shout. Stars blotting my vision. “Oh, Dom…Oh…” I moaned as he kept sucking and working his fingers in and out of me. I couldn’t get away no matter how hard I tried so I lost count of my orgasms till I blacked out. I don’t know if it was hours or minutes or seconds later, but my eyes cracked open and I looked around the room, Dom was nowhere to be found but his clothes and mine still strewn about the room made me know he was still arou

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”

“You came seeking truth. You will find only yourself.” The dream shifted. She was in WildWood now, the trees bending low, whispering her name. Hands — no, roots — burst from the ground, wrapping around her ankles, pulling her down, down into the soil— She woke gasping, drenched in cold sweat. The fire had gone out. Somewhere, just beyond the edge of camp, something moved. Slow. Heavy. Deliberate. Emily grabbed her flashlight and unzipped her tent. The beam of light barely pierced the thick mist that had settled in. She stumbled out, nearly colliding with Lucas.

Just the flower, perfectly formed. She crouched, breath shaking, and reached out. Warm. Alive. The petals twitched like they were breathing. She didn't call anyone. Instead, she opened her laptop and typed in: Unnatural flower growth indoors + hallucinations + mirror smiling Click. Click. Scroll. Forums. Reddit threads. One mentioned thin places. Another linked it to collective dreaming. She shut the laptop. Piper stayed hidden all day. The dreams got worse. Fire under her skin. Oceans above her head. Names whispered in languages that didn't belong on human tongues. She'd wake up breathless, mouth full of smoke, heart trying to escape her ribs.