Perchance To Dream Book Novels & Stories

If anyone walks in, I could pretend to be making the bed, I think to myself. Quietly I pad across the floor and lift the mattress of the bed. The book falls with a soft thud to the frame of the bed. Reaching under the bed I grasp the book in my hand and the symbols glow brightly as they change shapes into letters that I can read. 'Prophecies of the Fae.'

The book pages were almost halfway gone, every single time I have a weird dream, I try to reiterate everything and jot down the experience in the book. The dream I woke up with this morning was different, a completely distinct scenario from the rest. Taking a breath, I started... 'Dear book, Certainly, I am not weird. Although I might be strange in a way. That's what I've been made to believe all my life. You remember the last write-up I had jotted down, about finding myself in a dark realm, surrounded by a few people who were dressed in cloaks, chanting a few words I couldn't put together, you remember, right?

Still her curiosity had been awakened so she picked the book up. Tara opened the book at a random page and gasped in shock at what she saw. She figured herself to be quite a worldly 21 year old and she done things at university that she'd never want her mother to know about but this was shocking even to her. The page she opened depicted a collection of half-animal, half-human very obviously male creatures fucking a group of young human women. Tara couldn't fully understand what was written underneath the image it appeared to be in a very old form of English but it seemed to describe the ritual required to summon these creatures and how a girl could control them by doing things Tara figured m

Or am I dreaming? I just cannot believe my eyes. * * * * * (To be continued in the book named "Price Of Pryce")

I started making different hypothesis from the things I've gathered from the dreams I had, but it was not enough to form a solid clue "Maybe reading the book would help." I said to myself and went to a clear space where I can summon the book. " .̷̺̬̬͚̝̩̻̄̈̏̎̉͌̌̒ͅ.̷̡̨̨̼͕͖̻̖̪̪̅͐̒̐̚̚.̴̢̥̣͉̺̝̤̣̩̿̓̉͘.̸̛̘̰͎̭̖̂̆̈͌.̶̛̞̙̝̮̙̎̓͌̐͋̕.̴̨͖͓̳̝͘̕.̴̠̱̬̩̪̎.̸̈͌̀͝͝͠ ̤͖̹͜͝͠.̷̞̮̯̦͖̠̘̯͉͐̌͛̕.̸̘̳̖̹̖͖̖̈̒̀̄͊̂.̶̢̳͙͎̅͒̒̓̄̆̚̕͘.̴̼͍̓́̅̍́͝.̷̼͙̻̬̤̘͑̎͋̾̂͜.̶̨̳̪̲̻̰̤̦̅̌̊͋̌̋̑.̸̭̬̀̈́̑̔̀̓̋͘͘.̸̰̐̈́͆.̸̳͇͓͋͒͑̂̎ "

In another dream, Star found herself in a vast, ancient library, its shelves stretching endlessly into the distance. She ran her fingers along the spines of mystical books, each filled with knowledge waiting to be unlocked. As she opened one tome, words flowed from its pages, swirling around her, forming intricate patterns that mirrored the power within her. Night after night, Star's dreams grew more vivid and compelling, drawing her into a world where her powers were limitless.

"What can I do for ye young man?" "I need this Fantasy book 'Legend of a Dark Morth' by VIC NOVELLA, I wanted to find out if it has been published" "Errr, I uhm.... Need to check my collection" The old book keeper, Dressed in a tick rain coat with Fluffy edges stood on his feet and slipped behind the desk to sit. Riffling through the long dark book and peeking at it through his spectacles. "I think the first published set has been exhausted and out of the market for the meantime, but I think I have few left over copies here" he uttered wetting the tip of his index finger with saliva.

I explained. If Della and I were to be mates and there were already issues with dreams so vivid and desperate, I'd be lying if I didn't feel the fear creeping into my throat. "I've heard of mates having synchronised dreams. It just doesn't happen often," Lilith said as she turned the page of a book she was reading.

He must even know where my mother is right now. I would face him immediately and demand to know her whereabouts. Nothing else mattered. I didn't bother putting the contents back inside the case. I got a hold of the staff, but as my hands grazed the strange objects surrounding it, something resembling live electricity passed though my finger tips and raced into my veins as warmth infused my entire being. It moved from my fingers and swept to other parts of my body, making me sweat profusely. I got up and made to walk to the door, but dark spots began to dance in front of my eyes and I felt terribly weak and dizzy.

I reach into my hair for my pencil, pull out one long, loose curl that falls down against my neck. “Well, if you don’t need anything…”I begin to say. “Wait.”He stammers fidgeting a little bit, well I guess his friends had finally let him on the know. “Yes?” He lowers his eyes and picks up a book from the counter in front of me. It’s"Wet Dreams" by Josie frank. The boy’s palm covers the illustration on the front cover. He flips the book sideways and runs his finger down the spine. Now comes the break point. Will he ask, or will he leave here with only a book. The boy swallows. I can hear the sound as loud as if it was my own throat. He slides the book across the counter toward me. His fingers