My Dream Is Already Smeared With Blood Novels & Stories

I was finally feeling free, I should have known as soon as I did he would swoop in and destroy everything. I don't know how long I stay awake staring at the phone and considering my next before I fall asleep. My dreams are once again plagued with visions, blood, me screaming and crying, and being useless to everyone. Totally fucking useless Raven, that’s what you were. “Once I remove them all Raven, you have no one. You will have to accept me and love me.” His words burn through me and I scream, watching the blood flow. Jumping awake, I look around myself. It's four am, climbing from the bed I walk to the kitchen, taking out the bottle I sneak back to my room. As I go to close the door someo

His golden eyes softened, but his jaw clenched with anger. “Nothing will happen to them,” he said fiercely. “Not while I breathe. Not while I have blood to give.” Tears spilled down my cheeks. “I’m scared,” I whispered. “I’ve never felt anything like this before. I don’t even know what the Dreaming Blood is. I don’t know what I’m becoming.” Ferris cupped my face and looked into my eyes.

I yawn and close my eyes. “You belong to me!” I whimper as flashes happen in my dream. Jadara laughing manically as Cece howls in her form. “The land will bleed. The sins of those will cleanse the earth and then we will be satisfied.” Her voice echoes in my dream. No! I try to pull out of it, but I’m sucked further in. I look around and see bodies on the ground. I shake my head. I lift my hands as they tremble, seeing them dripping with blood. When I straighten up. I smirk.

It was a lifetime defined not by grief or trauma, but by an unbroken, radiant joy. Until the sky turned to ash. Without warning, the golden light shattered like cheap glass. The dream fractured into a terrifying, chaotic whiplash of agonizing images. Rebecca felt a sudden, suffocating cold lock into her lungs—a violent, hacking cough that tore through her chest, leaving the metallic taste of blood on her lips. She was lying in a wooden bed, her flesh burning with a wasting mortal fever, her vision fading into a gray, terrifying dark.

ROXANNE POV Some dreams never leave you, especially the ones you didn’t ask for. I was in a car. I could feel the subtle sway of it moving, the wheels humming beneath me, and a soft song playing on the radio, but I couldn’t make out the lyrics. Everything was hazy, like I was watching through fogged glass. I looked down at my hands resting in my lap, and my breath caught in my throat. My palms. Covered in blood.

My eyes were getting heavy with each passing moment and it was getting really hard to keep them Open. Alex stroked my hair, coaxing me to sleep and soon, I found myself drifting off to dreamland. " Sleep well, my Love." I heard Alex's voice fading away. In my sleep, I had a disturbing dream. Standing in the middle of what seemed like a big open field, it was utterly chaotic. I was surrounded by dead bodies and people screaming for help. The ground was soaked with blood and severed body parts. Looking down at my body, I was not shocked to see my dress soaked in blood, a dagger in hand.

As the castle crumbled, the debris cascading like a macabre rain, I strained to see any sign of Liam. My pleas for him echoed into the void, swallowed by the cacophony of the collapsing world. The ground beneath me trembled, mirroring the palpitations of my frantic heart as I was dragged relentlessly by the spectral hands of the elders. In the final throes of the nightmare, the air grew thick with the metallic scent of the blood rain. The landscape, now a chaotic dance of destruction, offered no solace. The haunting whispers of Diana's ominous warning lingered, and the grotesque tableau played out until the very fabric of the dreamland seemed to unravel.

I placed my finger on it, and suddenly my head was full of images and sounds. First, there was the sound of gunshots, and then the sound of a knife slashing through skin or a machete cleaving limbs off bodies. The mask called for blood. I quickly removed my finger as I felt being assaulted by the sight. "What are you doing?" I heard Damon ask from behind me. I immediately blurted out what happened in my dream and then thrust the box at him. "It's strange," I said. "Do you hear it when it calls for blood? Do you feel anything different when you give it blood?"

Not when I could still feel your knife tearing my dermis, as real as the viscosity of my blood dripping around my clothes as I collapsed over my own pride. In fact, I admit that my dreams after a few nights away from the hospital were filled with macabre possibilities "I was always brutally murdered before I could ask for help. Unlike reality, there wasn't even a known face to save me. Gary got what he intended and left me bleeding, as if it were just an animal ready for slaughter.

Then there were the fangs and the biting— Yeah—how high school is it to have dirty dreams about a vampire? To hell with it, because in these dirty dreams, Gaia had the best sex she'd ever had. It had gotten so bad, that on nights she didn't dream of him, she'd lie in bed using all her might to conjure his spirit. When these dreams did happen, Gaia could not control them. She always woke the next morning, sometimes sore, in her bed, alone, and fully clothed in pajamas that she never remembered putting on.