Raw Dreams Novels & Stories

*** Jeremy moaned in his sleep. He was having the most incredibly erotic dream. He was standing under a waterfall with Ryan. Ryan was in his arms, with his arms and legs locked around him as it had been during their kiss in the arena. But this time around, they were both naked with Jeremy slowly fucking into Ryan. Somehow, Jeremy knew it was a dream. Hell, he was fucking a willing Ryan. That was too good to be true. But that was one dream the alpha didn’t plan on waking up from. Jeremy moaned throatily when Ryan licked and sucked at the side of his neck until he felt as if he was on fire even though he stood directly beneath the falls.

Sometimes they feel so real, too real and too vivid that sometimes I wake up crying and I don’t know why or even remember why! 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝒁𝑶𝑹𝒀𝑨’𝑺 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕…..

Jevon howls in agreement. Lauren Pov I haven't been getting much sleep. Ever since I came back from that place, I feel something has awakened in me. Nothing dark, but just something strange. The place felt familiar to me somehow. I have dreams of wars. It feels like I have been in them, but I dont know how that's possible. I spend time with Kayla as much as I can to take my mind off it.

His heavy eyelids open slowly, he groans then freezes, his eyes going wide and his face flares red slightly. “Em- shit I’m sorry” He whispers, pulling himself up so he’s in a sitting position “What’s wrong?” I ask him “Why are you sleeping out here?“ I add, he drops his face into his hands and he shakes his head “It makes me sleep better to be close to her” “Why are you not sleeping?” Drake asks kneeling beside us “Nightmares, that they come back, kill you guys and take us, that they take more samples”

The world seemed to freeze for a moment. Raymond opened his mouth to speak, but he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood instead. "Mom is… dead? "H-How could that be? Stop joking around, Melanie! This isn't funny! How could Mom be dead? "She can't be… She can't be dead…" Raymond wouldn't stop shaking his head. However, his mind went back to the time he first met Bethany. Back then, he couldn't put up with Laura's control anymore and ran away from home. It had been raining heavily in Bell City that day, and he wouldn't stop crying as he kept running down the streets in the rain.

I had just opened my mouth to explain when my phone rang again. It was Bianca. I answered, and her soft voice came through. “Clara, Evan had too much to drink. Could you come pick him up? It isn’t really appropriate for him to stay at my place all the time...” In the background, Evan’s drunken voice came through indistinctly. “Clara... she’ll come back... Where else can she go without me... She still has to beg me for that Shaw project...” I hung up at once.

I lost myself in her for hours, the guilt and the rage and the desperate need to claim something that already belonged to me all tangled together until neither of us could tell where one feeling ended and the next began. I lay beside her, watching her sleep, my chest still heaving, when my phone buzzed sharply on the nightstand. I reached for it, careful not to disturb her, and answered in a low voice. "Jason." "Romani, you need to hear this." "What is it?" "Drey's monitors just spiked," Jason said. "Heart rate, brain activity, all of it. The doctors are calling it unprecedented for a patient in his condition." "What triggered it?" Jason was quiet for a beat too long. "He's dreaming," Jason

I jerked upright with a scream, my entire body drenched in sweat. Heart pounding, I gasped for air, frantically scanning the room. My trembling hands fumbled for the bedside lamp, flooding the space with light. Relief washed over me. It was just a dream. But it felt so real. I ran a shaky hand over my nightwear, the same one I had worn in the dream. Was it even a dream? Then it hit me. I have never had a dream before. Dreams are manifestations, visions, glimpses into something deeper. Most werewolves see their wolves in dreams before they shift for the first time.

This time my sleep is plagued by nightmares and dreams alike. But I only remember one dream, that still plagues my mind when I wake up. I cry out from shock as I am pulled out of the nightmare. My whole body is trembling and I am covered in sweat, which has drenched my clothing making them stick to my body. The image still haunts me, Ash calling out my name, his hand reaching down to grab my hand as I fall. Then suddenly the dream freezes and words appear in the sky in blood red writing. ‘There coming’ then it flickers ‘were coming, be ready.’ Then suddenly I am falling again, than just before I hit the ground it blacks out. That’s when I woke up. I lie there as still as possible, too scared

Caitlyn awoke with a start, her heart racing and her breath sharp in her chest. The remnants of the dream clung to her like a fog she couldn’t shake. In the darkness of her mind, flashes of an ancient, buried temple had danced before her eyes. She saw a chained wolf, its eyes glowing with a deep, unnerving hunger, surrounded by an endless blackness. And then, her own reflection—a version of herself that wasn’t quite right—whispering, “It’s not over.”