Novel & Cerita Maid Dream

Rica POV. I stared at the beautiful stars in the sky and the beautiful moon that represents the Moon goddess .afraid to sleep because of the nightmares that I keep having, I decided to stay outside of my room for a bit . I have been like this since I lost my first Mate, he died in front of me and it was painful, then the second too who also died in front of me, I have always thought that maybe I am not destined to have a Mate, losing a mate is a lot but I lost two and most of all they died in front of me, this has taken a toll on me and I have been having nightmares.

She hated herself for crying over Derek Lincoln and was grateful when she found herself in Dreamland later in the night. In her dreams that last night of finality, she saw herself making a bed of roses in a forest of thorns.

Amina tells me the story about her banishment exactly as she had in the dream, except Dylan looks at me and says, “It’s just like in the dream I had.” “Tell us about the dream, Dylan,” I say. Dylan starts outlining the exact same dream I woke up from this morning. “I had that same dream!” I exclaim. “Maybe that dream ability from your dream is real and since we are Fated Mates we shared the dream. Both Ace and I had the dream,” Dylan says. “Oh My Goddess! I wonder what else is real?” I exclaim.

“But perhaps it’s worth seeking guidance from the Moon Goddess. She might hold the answers or insights you seek, something that could illuminate your heart in a way you’ve yet to discover.” A spark of determination flickered within Aria, igniting a fire of conviction. The essence of the dream was layered with meaning, and she felt it resonating deeply within her as she resolved to delve deeper into its significance. She stood firm in her pursuit of understanding, beginning with a heartfelt quest toward the wisdom of the Moon Goddess.

His chest pressed against my back, and for a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to relax. With no other choice, I drifted into an uneasy slumber. In the realm of dreams, a woman appeared before me. She was striking, her blue eyes sharp and piercing, her dark black hair cascading over her shoulders like liquid twilight. Midnight blue and silver wings shimmered behind her, their delicate edges glinting like starlight.

I almost said no. But this is Dane. My mate. “I dreamed a woman,” I said quiet. “Silver hair. Gray eyes. She sang to me. Two little boys played near.” Dane waited. “It felt real, Dane. Like a memory. But I do not know her. Why dream her?” “Sometimes dreams are only dreams,” he said soft. “Head making pictures.” “Maybe.” But I did not think so. He pulled me close. I went happy into his warm. “If it comes again and still hurts,” he said, “we ask Elder Miriam. She knows dreams.”

(Maya’s POV) The dream came again. Water stretched endlessly around me, black as ink beneath a pale silver moon. I floated weightless, lulled by the steady crash of waves against unseen rocks. Then she appeared— Her hair shimmered like strands of pearl, her eyes glowing with that same icy light that haunted my own. “Daughter,” she whispered, her voice a melody that wrapped around me like a current. “The tides are shifting. Soon, the truth will rise.”

I could feel a presence comforting and guiding me, and a soothing voice whispered in my mind, "Fear not, my child. You are not alone, and your mate is stronger than you know." As the dream slowly faded, I began to stir from my slumber, my heart still racing with the intensity of the dream. Though I was trapped in the cage, unable to speak, I held onto the hope that somehow, my dreams would find a way to reach Dante and warn him of the impending danger that threatened us both. The moon goddess had seen my dreams, and I prayed that she would guide me through this darkness, leading us towards a brighter future.

He opened his eyes and looked at Amanda with concern, as she was covered in cold sweat. He gently propped himself up on one elbow, his voice laced with worry. "Amanda, what happened? Why did you scream like that?" Amanda took a moment to steady her breathing, the echoes of her dream still reverberating in her mind. She swallowed hard, her eyes locked onto Drake's, seeking solace in his presence. "I had a dream, Drake," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "It was like no other dream I've ever had. I was in the presence of the Moon Goddess, and she spoke to me."

With a gentle kiss on the forehead he whispers good morning beautiful! The days passed, Star couldn't help but notice a recurring theme in her dreams. They were filled with vivid images of her powers, the very essence of her being. In her slumber, she found herself transported to a world where her abilities flourished, and she embraced her true potential. In one dream, Star stood on a mountaintop, surrounded by a breathtaking landscape.