Movie Dream/killer Novels & Stories

She whispered. Her mother just seemed to follow a pattern, and that is when she figured it out what she really was. Her mother was a death echo and nothing more. She had only ever seen one death echo before, and now her mother would be the second one. Sage felt like walking up the street seeing more of her dream. She wanted to try and remember what day it was. Following the sidewalk, Sage was happy in her dream, and she knew that it was going to be hard to leave. There was no death and only light and happiness that was good enough for her.

Unmoored. I closed my eyes, forcing air past my teeth. I wasn't that girl anymore. I wasn't the one who let him ruin me once and never looked back. I was Jana Salazar, sharp, untouchable, a player in a game men like Lawrence only thought they'd mastered. But in that moment, staring at her ghost on my muted screen, I hated how easily the past could bleed into the present. And worse, I hated how much it still mattered. I stared at the black screen after I finally killed the TV, my reflection faint against it, chin high, eyes too sharp to belong to someone who'd just been gutted by the sight of a ghost. Dianne. Her name alone tasted like rust in my mouth.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

Watching her like that had been a first for Alastor and he never wanted to see her be in pain ever again. Whatever it was that had caused her to feel this way he was going to make sure that it was taken out of her life. Vevina had to take a deep breath before she would be able to explain to him what she had seen. “I was back in my old house and I was with a baby that wouldn’t stop crying. I did many bad things to it and at last when I couldn’t take it any more I poisoned it and then myself to end my misery but near the end of the dream I listened to myself sing a song and realized that it had actually been my mother that I had been dreaming about and that baby was me.” Vevina had to pause to

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

Clearly, I am in a nightmare, and it is all because of that stinking movie. Shaking my head, I take a deep breath and decide that I am going to walk out of the bathroom and wake myself up before this dream has a bad ending and I end up dead. However, once I open the door, a sudden gust of wind hits me, and I fly backwards as the tornado rips through the apartment building, and everything is decimated in its path. A few days later, I wake up and feel so much better till I look around and realize that I am lying in the bathtub of the apartment and my foot has been severed.

She laid on the floor bleeding out as a woman she had never seen before smirked at her. Right after, Jacob walked into the room and heard her heartbeat getting faint. The shower door was coated in scentless wolfsbane. He smiled as he grabbed Savannah and proceeded to fuck her on the bathroom sink as his Goddess given mate could only watch while taking her last breath. Afterwards, Savannah cleaned up all traces of them and made it seem as though Hera’s death just occured. Jacob called the pack warriors and doctors to report the incident. It seemed as though this happened while he wasn’t home, although his daughter swore he was the last person at home with her mother.

She didn't want to stay in this room where what she just lived was so vivid. Declan carried her to his room, placing her gently between the sheets before getting in next to her, holding her against him with his arm about her shoulders, her head resting on his chest. “Now, tell me about your dream, Gemma,” he coaxed. She shivered at the memory of it. “It was the car crash… the one that killed my parents. I saw it again… everything… And the way the car rolled over and over… I was unconscious before the car stopped turning.”

"In these dreams, I saw you. A woman I'd never met. Pregnant. Terrified. Falling down a staircase." My breath caught. "I saw your face so clearly. Every detail. The terror in your eyes. The way you tried to catch yourself. The moment you realized you were going to die." His voice roughened. "And I saw him standing at the top of the stairs. Your husband. Damien Anderson. Watching you fall. Doing nothing to help." "Calloway—" "You promised not to interrupt." He held up a hand. "These dreams came every night for weeks. Same scene. Same staircase. Same ending. You falling. Dying. Blood everywhere. And I couldn't do anything to stop it because I wasn't there."

"I need to talk to you about a dream I had because it's driving me nuts." "What about it?" He moved to sit across from me and made me look in his eyes. "I had a dream that you were going to shoot me, and I think it has to do with watching you kill that guy." "You know I'd never do something like that to you." He looked hurt and upset that I would even insinuate that he would hurt me. "I do, in a way. It doesn't make it any less terrifying knowing I'm close to someone who is a killer." I answered, honestly.