Old Dream นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Goodbye world. My eyes slid shut hearing the last words that didn't make any sense. *this is your future* Then I woke up.

After a long celebration and merriment, the feast was over, Aro and Lulu left the table they did that intentionally, so that warlock could have chance to talk whatever he came to say, " i have been having dreams and now the dream has become so frequent that i hardly sleep anymore without meeting myself in the land of gods and goddesses, and there is this fruit tree called the tree of life and in one of my dream, i took out of it fruit but did not eat before i woke up, since then this fruit always came to me, i am worried about what my dream could be saying, am i going to die or something? Because each time I see the fruit, I feel like I am going to die the day I finally eat it. Atinuke was n

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.

As they met in a quaint café, Zelda couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at the prospect of unburdening herself. "Dawn, I had the most peculiar dream," Zelda began, her voice tinged with a mixture of intrigue and apprehension. "Werewolves, long tunics, and an enigmatic chalice... It all felt so vivid and haunting." Dawn leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with understanding. "Dreams can often hold hidden messages, Zelda," she explained gently, her voice carrying a soothing tone. "They can be windows into our subconscious, offering glimpses of untapped wisdom and guidance."

Later that night, as I lay in my new room, the first real home I'd ever known, the old sense of unease returned. The dreams came. Not memories. Visions. I stood on a battlefield swallowed by mist. Black wolves with glowing red eyes circled me. The earth cracked and bled beneath my feet. In the distance, a figure cloaked in ash and smoke stood, arms outstretched, whispering my name. Thorold… Thorold… The mist thickened, suffocating. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. And then—bright silver light exploded behind me. My parents.

The stars above glittered faintly, their light scattering over the rippling waves below. He never came. I sat on the deck, my gaze vacant, fixed on the endless expanse of the ocean. Memories of the past five years swirled in my mind like fragments of a shattered mirror. His warmth, his promises, his gentle presence—they all surfaced, only to fall apart into jagged pieces. All of it had been a lie. Every tender moment, every kind word. Now, it felt like a cruel joke, hollow and mocking. Before dawn, I made one last call to him. This time, his phone was off.

She decided to stop at the coffee shop and ordered two mocha frappes just the way she liked it: extra espresso and no whip cream; one for herself and one for her best friend. The slow drive up to the window gave her mind time to wander. She thought about the last few nights. Her dreams had been wild. She recalled one in particular that played in her dreams a few times over the last two years; three owls. They flew to her, resting on her arms and shoulder. She could recall it was all immensely powerful. They sat on her until she was ready to move, and once she started to walk down the dirt path barefoot, the owls followed her on the journey, one always leading the way.

His smile reached his eyes when he said, "Lyanna, this is the birthday present that we've prepared for you." Surprise colored Lyanna's tone when she exclaimed, "I knew it! I knew that you didn't forget my birthday, Daddy! This is my first time receiving a present from you. I'm so happy!" The worry in my heart dissipated slightly. Although things hadn't gone as planned, at the end of the day, Lyanna was still happy. This way, she wouldn't be so upset when I took her away with me. However, the elated smile on Lyanna's face turned stiff when she unwrapped the present. It was an action figure of Amazingman with a card attached to it. It looked like a complimentary gift that was part of a kids' m

Standing at the tombstone, darkness suddenly swallowed me, and I collapsed. When I woke, I was in a house all too familiar—my old home with Wayne. My stomach sank. He had recognized me. Sure enough, his face lit up with joy, as though he had just reclaimed a lost treasure. "Arden… I knew my instincts were right. You really are Arden. I've missed you so much these past months. Thank God I never gave up searching!" His passion washed over me, but I felt nothing. My voice was calm. "So what? Even if I am Arden, we're divorced."