Raw Dreams Novels & Stories

The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs, Upon the slimy sea. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue and white. And some in dreams assurèd were Of the Spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep, he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.

“Which is why I’m your mate. Now let’s see how much fun we can have while we get down to business creating the foundations for history.” “I guess it should be interesting to see how this will turn out. Though, only time will tell on that.” Raven shifted up onto her tiptoes and kissed her mate as her fingers buried in his hair at the back of his head. FIFTEEN YEARS LATER The Dream Realm is a work in progress and will always be. It’s an ever changing and shifting in one place or another. There’s always something hidden or popping up in some long-forgotten corner. Or was that place there yesterday? Yes, life would never be quiet for anyone.

*** Werewolf Kingdom: Raziah was seen thrashing around on her bed, tears were flowing from her closed eyes. She suddenly open her eyes and quickly leapt away from the bed first before touching her face and noticed the tears. She wondered why she was crying and remembered dreaming about something but as she tried to remember the dream- what had made her cry- she couldn't remember anything which was strange. She went to the bathroom to wash her face and didn't waste time there before coming out and leaving the room. She wondered why she couldn't remember her dreams and immediately realized that it was probably the handwork of Dark and no one else. Dark is messing with her mind and when she see

He whispers, I grin in agreement as he jumps over us kissing baylees head then my lips, he snuggles in beside me as I choose twilight. “Ohhh are we near the part with the wolves yet?” He asks excitedly “Yes we are” He grabs me, pulling me closer as he gets comfortable, my body relaxing as we watch the show. I wake up to screaming, not having realised id actually fallen asleep, my eyes snapping open as I jump up. Drakes up and out of bed already in shock as I stare at the screaming girl in our bed. “She’s having a nightmare” Layla whimpers pushing forward to see her as drake goes to grab her, I catch his hand and shake my head

Dad yells when everything becomes mute and fades, I begin to feel weightless and loose. “Raven!” Embry panics catching me as I feel myself drop when Jonathan flees. “Raven, look at me…” I hear Embry’s voice feeling my face tingle under his touch making me whimper, Embry is my mate too. I try to fight staying awake, staying with Embry not wanting to lose whatever Jonathan took, I fight harder than I ever have and fail. Everything fades quickly, I stare into my mother’s cold eyes afraid of what Jonathan has taken from me.

That’s why she warned me earlier. This place is real. My dream was real. Adrian Raven is a werewolf and he is definitely the huge black wolf I saw in my dreams. The one that saved me. ***

now seemed to melt like a thawing glacier, filled with emotions I couldn't even begin to understand. "Nova Grayson," he said my name slowly. "Let me see your phone." My stomach sank. "Why do you want to see my phone? Mr. Gilmore, this is private…" "I want to see what your so-called fiance looks like," he said evenly, but his words carried an undeniable authority. "You said his hands are nice, right? I assume his wallpaper reflects that?" A shiver ran down my spine. My lock screen really was a close-up of Mr. Y's hand, but my home screen showed my cat—the same one on his computer.

Valeria This can’t be real! Is it rally him? The hollowness of his gaze seems fixed straight on me. Am I even real? Am I really here? No. This is a dream. It has to be. The shock makes me take a step back, and suddenly I’m flying backward. The Raven Wolf King grows smaller until he’s no longer visible, and all that remains is darkness. I wake with a gasp. That’s not real! It isn’t! It can’t be!

Then Ava occupied the chair by the desk, her almond shaped green eyes studied me with quiet intensity. I took a deep breath. My fingers twisted in my lap. "I need to tell y'all something." My voice came out barely above a whisper. "Something I have been hiding for a long time.” “And what's that Emma?” Ava asked me gently. “I… I have these fantasies. Submissive ones, though. You know, like where I'm the one submitting. I dream about giving up any form of control I have over myself. About being told what to do. About being used… shared even. It makes me feel alive in ways I cannot explain. I know it sounds strange but it’s true."

After taking care of my mother's ashes, I rushed overseas to attend my fiance's wedding to another woman. Preston Wallace had developed retrograde amnesia during a secret mission. He remembered everyone and everything—except me. His doctor said the most effective way to recover his lost memories was to continue the life he'd come to accept after losing them. In other words, he had to keep playing husband and wife with his female partner. So, for the sake of my unborn child, I personally handed Preston the wedding vows. That night, I came across a trending post online. "I feel awful about what I've put her through. For the past three years, whether she had a fever, caught a cold, or got