Our Dreams At Dusk Manga Novels & Stories

She woke up with a start from her nap. The light was fading, but she heard the sounds of the demons down below in the hall having a feast. Mitsuhide was surprisingly absent from the room as she replayed the dream in her head. Everything had seemed so real in the dream but she didn’t know how it could be. Soon she saw the doorway in her mind that had been waiting for her to find it. As she walked through it she was somewhere else.

BACK TO PRESENT Emmanuella finally left me to my own peace and once she left I decided to see if I could get a well deserving rest before someone comes up. I was so lost in thought even though I was fast asleep at the same time that I didn't notice someone tapping me or should I say, I was dreaming that I didn't notice. "My love,my love, why are you sleeping? Wake up" I repeatedly felt someone calling out to me but I didn't budge not until the tapping got worst that I woke up to see a tall fair skinned boy standing beside me with a high afro hair cut. His hands raised up probably getting ready to tap me again.

Liana’s POV The dreams begin before night fully falls. They slip in with the dusk, riding the long shadows as the sun bleeds out behind the trees. Wolves startle awake one by one, breath hitching, eyes too bright. No screams. No thrashing. Just a sharp intake of air, as if they’ve surfaced too quickly from deep water. By the time darkness settles, I can feel them through the pack bond—fractured impressions, half-formed images bleeding together without context or permission.

KAIA'S POV: (Another dream) The world turns to ash around me. Not literally, but that’s how it feels. My vision blurs as the locket’s magic pulls me under again, deeper this time. There's no warning... just a rush of heat, a pulse in my chest, and then everything fades to black. And then... Silver light. Blood-red sky. Screams.

**Unraveling the Mysteries of the Past** Aria sat cross-legged on the lush, vibrant forest floor, her back resting against the sturdy trunk of an ancient oak tree. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy of vibrant green leaves overhead, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow that danced playfully across her closed eyelids. She took slow, deliberate breaths, inhaling the earthy scent of rich, damp moss intermingled with the sweet fragrance of wildflowers, while exhaling the tension that had built within her chest like a tightly wound spring. Hours melted away as she attempted to decode the swirling images from her dreams, but each time she felt she was nearing clarity, another visio

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.

“Now that the tool is refusing to be used, you’re panicking.” “Lydia, please reconsider,” an elder begged. “We will compensate you.” “Compensate me?” I pulled a document from my purse. “It’s too late for that.” “What is that?” Milton asked, his voice tense. I unfolded the document. “A formal offer from the Silver Moon Clan,” I said calmly. “They’ve invited me to be their Chief Dreamweaver and offered me a seat on their council.” A collective gasp went through the room. “When?” Milton’s voice trembled.

I can feel their presence pressing against my skin, not cruel, not kind— just inevitable. And then I wake up. Every time, my heart is racing, my body cold, my hands shaking. But there’s never pain. “The second dream is different,” I said, my voice lower. “It came after.” This time, I’m not in the forest. I’m standing in nothing. No ground. No sky. Just darkness stretching in every direction, thick and endless, like I’ve fallen into the space between worlds. Then light breaks through it. Four shadows rise around me, tall and massive, their shapes shifting constantly. Wolves but not like any I’ve ever seen. Their bodies are made of moonlight and smoke, their eyes burning silver, gold, red, and

On September 29th, 2020, I had a dream. I remember standing in the dark, the only source of light falling directly on me like a spotlight. Then suddenly I heard the rustle of wings and saw scarlet-red feathers flying around me. They sparkled beautifully in the light of that 'spotlight' that fell on me. Then a man emerged from the darkness - first I saw his face, beautiful, perfectly proportioned, looking like carved in ivory. He had shoulder-length blonde hair, was at least two heads taller than me, and behind his back I could see two huge wings, of course with feathers in the color of scarlet. In the end I rose my eyes and met those dark blue eyes without pupils. Guess I paid attention to t

The flame started to illuminate the paper. Aiko is always fascinated with anything luminous, especially the ones that stand out in the dark. She carefully placed her lantern down to make it float in the water. “She was the one who pursued me.” She heard Goo continued. He was almost out of breath as he was talking while blowing into his cupped hands. Aiko smirked at the guy next to her then watched her lantern move towards the others. The lanterns floating in the water is beautiful beyond words. She put her hands together and bowed. “May our wishes be granted.”