Old Dream Novels & Stories

Luna said, "This is the first time I've had such a strange dream." Hearing her say this, Olive also thought of something, "I also had a strange dream last night." Luna picked up the water cup and said, "What?" "But it's not a nightmare," Olive said seriously. "I dreamt that I went into a deep mountain forest alone. I walked alone for a long time, but I couldn't find an exit. Then it got dark. I couldn't see anything. I began to feel very cold." "And then what?" "I suddenly remembered that I seemed to see the sun on my way here."

SLUMBER AND A DREAM Amanda's mind slipped into the depths as she slept, the veil between reality and dreams growing thin. In the ethereal realm of her subconscious, a dark and unsettling presence lingered. As she wandered through the corridors of her own mind, an eerie sensation washed over her, sending shivers down her spine. A sense of impending doom loomed in the air, casting a pall over her surroundings.

⸻ Then suddenly— The crimson eye widened. 👁️🔴 Azrael finally spoke. 🌑 A single sentence. ⸻ “He’s here.” ⸻ Everyone froze. ⸻ The Dreamer frowned. ⚡ For the first time… Even he looked worried. 😨 ⸻ The sky above reality split open. 🌌💥🌌 A darkness deeper than the void emerged. A presence older than memories. Older than gods. Older than dreams. 💀 ⸻

As the coaster climbed toward the top, I opened my eyes and reached over for my girlfriend's hand. What I saw was her fingers laced through my best friend's. Her thumb moved slowly across the back of his hand. A signal. Steady. I've got you. "Avery, I'm scared," I said quietly. She didn't answer me. She only held on to him tighter. Avery has a hearing impairment. Her left ear doesn't pick things up clearly. But every time the three of us went anywhere, she kept him on her right, tilting her head up to catch him, answering every single thing he said. I stood on her left, and it was like standing on the other side of a galaxy. The coaster started down again, and I closed my eyes, and m

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

The dream came without warning, as dreams always did. One moment, Elif was sleeping, her body heavy with exhaustion, her mind floating in the comfortable darkness of rest. The next, she was standing in a field of golden grass, the sky above her a perfect shade of blue, the sun warm on her face. She had been here before. She knew this place. This was the First Wolf's domain, the space between waking and sleeping, where the ancient creature came to speak with her.

She stared at the broken fountain that settled in the corner outside, near a small storage house that only takes ten steps to get there—starting at the fountain’s point. In her sight, birds were flying, and steady trees without any wind were like city buildings. Over twenty-two years, Amandla had never seen what a city looks like and how people do things there. She was living peacefully, happily with her mother in the forest. Her dreams were anywhere in the city, but no one else could guide the house if she went together with her mother. She took a few steps forward and pressed her forehead against the cold glass from the window; she sighed. Even at three in the afternoon, the birds were sti

I haven't been the same since that encounter with the old lady—the one who whispered strange things which haunt me like a curse. No, I've been dreaming about Yuki repeatedly and it's not getting any better. it's affecting me Physically I cannot sleep. I cannot eat. I cannot think straight without a glance at those long lashes, that peculiar smile, and the voice that seems louder than this cacophony of club music. So here I am. Here I belong at Lucid Fire, one of the most expensive and exclusive clubs in the city—where fantasies supposedly become a reality. For I am dead.

Gabe POV My dream was vivid, more real than anything I had ever experienced. I stood in the middle of a forest, but it wasn't the wasteland I knew. This place was untouched by the dark war, alive with lush greenery, the air thick with the scent of pine and fresh earth. Light filtered through the trees, casting a soft glow that felt almost too perfect, too serene.

Beneath the tree sat an old man. Ordinary. Completely ordinary. Gray hair. Kind eyes. Simple clothing. Nothing about him seemed remarkable. And yet, Nova instantly knew. This was the First Dream. The oldest possibility. The first future that never happened. The old man smiled warmly. Like someone greeting a granddaughter after a long journey. "There you are." Nova laughed despite herself. "Everyone keeps saying that." The old man chuckled. "Because we've been waiting a very long time." He gestured toward the empty space beside him.