Rascal Does Not Dream Light Novels & Stories

At their head was a figure that made my blood run cold. Rasha. She appeared to be unique from when I'd last seen her. Her fur was pure black, popping with dull energy. Her eyes gleamed an unnatural red. Anything that dim power she'd took advantage of, it had changed her. "Sheila!" She called out, her voice conveying unnaturally across the war zone. "Arrive at witness the finish of your stupid dream?" I prepared myself, drawing on the moon's power. Silver light started to radiate from my fur. "This isn't the end, Rasha," I got back to. "It's a fresh start. For us all."

Even as my control grows, the nightmares follow. I dream of Rhea again, but she’s not herself. She stands at the top of a mountain of ash, wearing a crown that... bleeds. Her eyes are molten gold, and her mouth is set in a smile I’ve never seen on her before. It's cold, divine and unreachable. Around her, the world burns. Wolves howl in agony. The skies scream. I try to reach her but she lifts her hand, and my storm dies in the air. I wake up gasping.

“Thank you. You look pretty good yourself, considering you spent most of the night watching me.” “I told you, volkaanes don’t need much sleep. Did you have any dreams?” Leesa thought for a moment. Pieces of a dream began to come to her. “I did, yeah,” she said, remembering. “I dreamed of wizards battling an army of monsters. The wizards were shooting lightning bolts and fireballs from their staffs and wands. The fireballs were blue, of course.” “Naturally,” Rave said, grinning again. “We’ll make a volkaane out of you yet.”

I find myself sad about this and I can not figure out why. Dinner is finished and served and I retreat back to my room to wait until its times to clean up. I dose off due to lack of sleep and find myself dreaming of a huge white wolf with bright, light teal eyes and a moon on its forehead. I get woken up to a kick in the ribs. I scream out in pain and look up to see Ryder standing above me. "Get up orphan you should of been down there cleaning 10 minutes ago!" He yells and walks out.

The rogues let out a collective howl of agony as the light consumed them, turning them to ash. I woke up with a start, the morning light filtering through the curtains. My room was silent, but my heart was racing. The dream was no ordinary nightmare. It was a message—a call to action from the spirit wolf, reminding me that I needed to strengthen my powers. Determined, I slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to wake Alexander, Liam, or Sarah.

**Dream** I am playing in the clearing with Darius. We are laughing and running around when all of a sudden the sky goes black and Darius has disappeared. I am then standing in front of a very large white wolf and a slightly smaller white panther. I am surprised when I don’t feel scared but safe and connected to them somehow. I then shoot my hands to my head as a sharp stabbing pain hits me along with 2 soft female voices, "Yasmine, it is time to remember..."

Not for intervention or for an easier path, but for the strength to face whatever lay ahead with courage and grace. As Luka slept, his dreams were filled with fleeting images: a field of shimmering Moon Roses, three wolves running side by side under a full moon, a circle of light protecting those within. Though he wouldn't remember these visions clearly upon waking, they would leave him with a sense of peace and purpose.

Dawn came thin and grey, leaching the world of color. Rhea kicked at bedrolls with scant mercy. “Up. If you’re not on your feet in two minutes, I’m feeding your boots to the horses.” Rin surfaced from a shallow, knot‑tight sleep with a jaw full of grit and a spine that ached in three places. Her dreams clung—stone, chanting, a knife whose edge she never quite saw—then shredded under cold air and motion.

"You think you can defeat us? We are the true children of the moon, the apex predators of this land!" Racheal stepped forward, her eyes blazing with determination. "We may be new here, but we possess strength and courage that you cannot comprehend. We will not back down." With a sudden surge of energy, the rogues lunged at us, teeth bared and claws extended. The battle began, a symphony of snarls, grunts, and the clash of metal against fur. Racheal and I fought side by side, our movements synchronized as we dodged and parried the relentless attacks.

What he says next shocks me into silence. “I had a dream last night and I was at a clearing and you were wearing a blank tank top and black tights and there was a boy with you. You were standing up on a hill and the boy was wielding a sword and cutting down all the monsters. You had your bow out and you were shooting at the monsters from above then you suddenly decide to race down the hill and attack the monsters with some throwing knives, it isn’t long until there is one left, and that is when you are thrown backwards and fall unconscious.”