Our Dreams At Dusk Manga Novels & Stories

"Impossible. I will never be with you again." "Cam…" Andres jolted awake, clutching his chest as he gasped for air. His eyes reddened as he sat there, trembling. Just how deeply did Cam hate him that she would not even forgive him in his dreams? "Mr. Gardner, you're drunk. Let me take you to rest, okay?" In his half-dazed state, Andres thought he saw Cam. The woman beside him had the same hairstyle and outfit as Cam in his painting, ‘Beyond the Ordinary’.

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.

I'm dressed entirely in black, just like in my dreams-the same dreams that won't stop haunting me. Last night, I saw it again. The temple, the silver moon hanging heavy in the sky, and the battle that would decide everything. In that vision, Dex fell into Baron's hands. Baron's cruel laughter echoed as he lifted Dex into the air, preparing to kill him. My gaze met his for a moment before I looked down to see the dagger in my own hands. Without hesitation, I plunged it into my chest, and as I did, Baron fell too, both of us bleeding, both of us broken. Dex stood above us, victorious-but that victory came at a cost neither of us could bear.

The way he said my name like a prayer. I'm not leaving again. I believe him. Marcus floats through my mind. Then Julian's grey eyes. I push them away. Not tonight. Tonight is just Haruto. Just us. Just this. "Goodnight," I whisper to the empty room. To him. To whatever comes next. I fall asleep smiling. --- HARUTO I finally get off the floor. Move to the couch. Stare at the city through my windows. She's out there somewhere. Sleeping. Smiling.

Sleep, I repeated, over and over, until at last the world faded away. But then I was standing in a forest, the air thick with the scent of earth and dew. Lush, green grass brushed against my ankles, and the trees stretched tall and silent overhead. A soft voice called out to me, distant but insistent. The more I walked, the heavier my limbs became, exhaustion settling over me like a blanket. That’s when I saw her—Skadii, my lycan, her silver eyes shining in the dappled light. But she wasn’t alone. By her side stood a wolf, not as large as skadii and darker, its gaze locked on mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. Something about this meeting felt important, different, as i

“Just… a dream.” His hand slid up and down my back in slow, grounding strokes. “Are you sure? You’re shaking.” “I’m fine,” I lied softly, resting my forehead against his chest. His warmth anchored me, but the image refused to leave my mind. The golden fish. The two smaller ones. The sudden, irreversible stillness. An omen. I didn’t know how, but I felt it deep in my bones. Damon pressed a kiss into my hair. “Try to sleep. Morning will come soon.”

She controlled the reins of my thoughts in sleep but after a while, the fog in my head began to clear and I began to dream again. A series of dreams that just didn't make any sense. This time there was no forest but there was a temple of some sort. It looked like a war temple from the Middle Ages. Starlight stood at the entrance of the temple. She was looking straight ahead without a word or even a hint of a smile on her face. I stood in front of her yet her eyes seemed to bore through me. Red eyes held mine captive and then she looked past me. I followed the direction of her gaze.

When she woke up from her stupor the next morning, the sun was shining brightly outside her window, and she found a bunch of dew-covered lilies on the front of her door. The wind blew gently, carrying away every last bit of her horrible memories. Melanie thought that it was really time for her to start all over again. Farewell, Raymond Johnson.

That was odd, but I felt like I can feel my surroundings clearly, as if I’m there. Suddenly, my surroundings went black. The warm and antiseptic-smelling ambience are also gone alongside the view. Now what dream will my mind present to me after this? I’m well aware that dreams are fantasies generated by the mind, so I am pretty prepared to shake off everything I see in this dream as somthing light. Then, all of a sudden, I saw someone stood facing me at the edge of the darkness. “Sakamaki Yuu...” My name echoed inside the darkness.

The texture of the ink is thick and grainy, and as I focus, imagining it growing larger and larger. But the void isn’t grainy like the crushed shells they use to make their ink. And I soon find my body growing lax, my mind wandering again to thoughts of my mate, and the feeling of his warm breath on my skin. A hand touches my back and I startle, waking up from whatever dream I was having. "That's enough for today," The Magi, an older drakaina named Rakasah helps me stand. "I'm sorry, I fell asleep again," Stretching a little taller, my spine cracks. "Thank you for being patient with me."