Lucid Nightmare Novels & Stories

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.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

Then another nightmare hit me. I was standing in a white room. Everything around me was empty. Then she appeared. The woman from my first nightmare. Maledicta. She smiled. “You lived.” I couldn't move. “Good.” She stepped closer. “I need your blood.” I woke up screaming. My heart was beating so hard it hurt. The doors burst open. Lucien and Kiran entered at the same time. Then they saw each other. Both growled. I stared at them. “Can you two stop?”

Tillamuk pointed out. I nodded at him. Xlythenteum more than any of us knows what those two packs are capable of. He came to us after his clan was wiped out. His father tried to kidnap the previous Luna of the Blue Lunar Eclipse Pack. Xlythenteum’s mother was not his father’s fated mate and for some reason he had developed an obsession with the Luna. Xlythenteum is half vampire and half wolf. His mother was the daughter of an alpha that his father kidnapped years before. She happened to be someone else's fated mate, but he had become obsessed with her. Xlythenteum had been away when the pack attacked his clan. His father was the first one killed which was not unexpected. The only other to su

It's like an attempt to rid myself of the unwanted tie, but the mark stays. Overwhelmed with helplessness, I stand there, naked and defeated. Tears stream down my face as I grapple with the harsh reality of my life. I let out a scream as the room echoes my cries, filled with misery and confusion. At that moment, I feel the weight of my past and the uncertainty of my future. The shocking revelation about my mother's survival, the conversation with my uncle, and his demand for me to bear the Lycan King's child within six months.

"A hundred percent. Didn't they tell you I am the most dangerous man alive?" "Y told me. He is also scared of you, which is weird, but I haven't heard of you since I was working for Ramrat." "You only cared about money and your career and didn't have time to research more. Even Liam wanted to take advantage of you." Yulia pouted as he pushed open a door and walked in. She followed him, her eyes widening in terror as the darkness of the room hit her. The light in the room was dim, and dark, large curtains covered the windows, stopping sunlight from getting in. The room looked odd compared to the rest of the house.

He is trying to close his eyes. “Lucian?” My voice cracked. Adrian’s jaw clenched. “Stay awake.” The night had started as a celebration. And now…….. It had become a nightmare.

Time seems to stand still as she collides into my unexpectant body sending us both to the floor in a heap. Tangled limbs. Tangled nightmares. The institution fades away only to be replaced with a little girl’s room. A small unicorn lamp is the only beacon of light in the bedroom. There isn’t much to illuminate. A small desk, bookshelf only half full of books and a few toys, along with a bed. A bed with a small shaking girl on it. A quilt pulled all the way up to the tip of her nose. Nothing but her eyes stick out, darting around the room, searching for something.

I wipe my hands and make my way up the stairs, heart thudding quietly. Knock. “Lucian?” I call gently. Nothing. I knock again, louder this time. Still silence. Worry prickles up my spine as I ease the door open. The room is dim, curtains drawn. Lucian is sprawled across the bed, shirt rumpled, one arm tucked beneath his head. His face is… peaceful. No furrow in his brow. No tension in his jaw. Just… stillness. Like a storm that has finally passed. I tiptoe closer, careful not to wake him. Vials... two of them... lay nestled in his open palm. My potion. The one I crafted for his nightmares.

the guard announced. Lucian’s brow arched. “Tonight?” “Yes, Your Highness. Tonight. We must begin preparations immediately.” Lucian gave a faint nod and turned back inside to dress, his expression unreadable. --- Kyra’s POV After hours of weeping until my eyes ached, I finally drifted into a heavy sleep. But then—the nightmare came. I found myself standing in the middle of a battlefield. Soldiers clashed violently, swords slicing through flesh, the ground soaked in blood, scattered with severed limbs. The air was thick with screams and the metallic stench of death.