Rewrite The Apocalypse Dream Novels & Stories

But no matter how tightly I held onto him, I still couldn't shake the dream; it had felt so real and every time I closed my eyes, the death and destruction from the dream haunted me, making me tremble in fear. I leaned closer to Aiden and whispered in his ears. "Please wake up. Please come back to me, I need you," I begged, my tears falling onto the pillow. This nightmare had shaken me up more than ever and no matter how much I tried to put it aside, I couldn't help feeling that this wasn't just a dream. "No Luna! Remember what I said, Undthra Meiana, NOT Undhro Meiana!" Zac’s exasperated voice yelled at me, his dark eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me. Then, suddenly, I heard Levi's voice. He appeared behind me and cut through the ropes with a swift stroke. While grabbing my hand, he pulled me out of the nightmare. When I turned back, the Grant family estate was in ruins, overtaken by wild grass and blooming flowers. I held onto Levi tightly, feeling as though all the misfortune and suffering that had plagued me had finally disappeared. That night, I slept soundly for the first time in a long while. …

The chilled liquid slid down his throat like nectar of the gods. In the apocalypse, water meant venturing into subzero hell, digging snow, and melting it. Most who tried never came back. Cyrus wiped his mouth and fumbled for his phone. It was November 12, a full month before the Frostfall began. A long breath escaped him. "I came back. I really returned to the past. I regressed." It was not a dream. It could not be. The memory of his death, every stab of pain, was too sharp, too real.

“May the heavens I abandoned for desolation forgive me and may they who created your starring light console you.” That night, I dreamt of aching screams of death, I dreamt of blood and of war and the inevitable aftermath of destruction. * With a loud gasp I opened my eyes, instantly sitting up. A blinding headache welcomed me, causing me to groan, holding my forehead. My vision was a little blurry and disheveled so I blinked hoping for it the blurry images to settle into one. My room from my inspection remained the same but there was a heaviness sinking in my chest I couldn’t ignore. If it all was the same why did I feel like I was in the middle of an apocalypse.

Damien could read her mind so what if he's aware? She shut her eyes and tried to drift to sleep. Barely thirty minutes into her sleep, she heard loud howls. Like a group of wolves were being attacked or howling out for signal. The noise came out in loud repititions and she shut her ears hard with her palms and shut her eyes tight too. Garwin had ensured he'd give them a brutal death. She refused to think to that direction. “I forgot to tell you that we werewolves can be rebirthed. I'll be back for you fuckmate.” She heard Damien's voice inside her head and screamed loudly.

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.

Leah placed her hand over his clenched fist and said gently, "Maybe it's better that we died too. Otherwise, how could we both have come back?" She lowered her head, a bitter smile crossing her face. "What good would it have done to survive alone in a world like that? "This time, we can prepare for everything. When the apocalypse comes, we can settle old scores. Isn't it good to have another chance at life?" She smiled and gave his arm a gentle shake, trying to comfort him. Hayden looked at how hard Leah tried to ease his anger. He took a deep breath and finally began to calm down. She was right.

​Then he spoke the words that made my blood run cold: ​"You see, my dear daughter, the apocalypse was never the beginning of the end. It was the beginning of your return." ​The screen went black. ​And beneath my feet, somewhere deep under Ridge, a siren began to sound.

That was the ringtone for my alarm. I hurriedly grabbed my phone with shaky hands as I glanced at the date and I audibly gasped in shock. The date was staring right at me, unblinking and I had to rub my eyes to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. It was indeed June 19th, 2665. The apocalypse happened July 19th. One month from today. I refused to believe that this was real. There was no way that I woke up one month before the city of Sloradath was reduced to ruins. But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream.

It’s so cozy that I genuinely do not feel like waking up to face reality. Sure, my brain remembers a string of horrific nightmares. Jade cheating on Mika with Darwin; Mika coming to my tree during lunch to tell me Jade broke up with her; Mrs. Gribley calling me into her office to issue my final library strike; and Trey dropping the apocalyptic bombshell that the first Apex challenge is a cheerleading competition happening live at Friday’s football game. Yes, those nightmares were soul-crushingly horrible. But they must have faded away the second I melted into this ridiculously comfortable position. I just want to snuggle a little closer into the–