Scattered Dreams Novels & Stories

It was as if a dark cloud had settled over El's subconscious, casting a shadow of fear and uncertainty. With each word, El's anxiety grew, and I could sense her desperate search for answers. Yet, dreams are like whispers from the depths of her mind, often shrouded in symbolism and metaphor. I witnessed one of my darkest as deepest fears. The people, my people in the pack not knowing peace, war raging every single day, the battle that we have to go through just for peace to reign, the sacrifices that were going to be made. My heart clenched at the sight of our soldiers falling and the people weeping. I could have thought that these dreams that she was having was as result of some terrible sym

They whispered her name in haunting, fragmented tones, urging her deeper into the darkness. As she ventured further, the line between Elysium and Nyxterra began to blur in her mind. Her dreams were a chaotic battlefield of images, a jumble of memories from her life in Elysium interspersed with the strange, shadowy visions of Nyxterra. It was as if the two worlds were merging, creating a dissonance that left her feeling fragmented and disoriented. She would wake up in her apartment, only to find that her dreams had seeped into reality, leaving her questioning what was real and what was illusion.

My breath hitched as pain shot through my skull, white-hot and unbearable. It was as if the dream realm had come alive, fighting back against the intrusion of something unnatural. I clenched my jaw, pushing past the pain. The connection between us was there—I could feel it. A fragile thread linking us together, flickering like a candle in the wind. I reached for it with my mind, trying to strengthen it. The dreamscape quaked violently, sending fractures across the sky like shattered glass. A deafening hum filled the air, growing louder as I fought to hold on.

SLUMBER AND A DREAM Amanda's mind slipped into the depths as she slept, the veil between reality and dreams growing thin. In the ethereal realm of her subconscious, a dark and unsettling presence lingered. As she wandered through the corridors of her own mind, an eerie sensation washed over her, sending shivers down her spine. A sense of impending doom loomed in the air, casting a pall over her surroundings.

Was this a dream or reality? “I will stay, sweetheart. The doctor’s here.” Iris released him reluctantly. She could sense the doctor checking her and injecting her with a sedative. The dream ended as she went into a deep slumber. When she opened her eyes, it was evening, and there was no sign of Maddox anywhere. He had gone with the dream. Only the promise he had made in her dream replayed in her mind like a broken record. It wasn’t surprising. Dreams were never meant to materialize- especially the reckless ones. Maddox was a dream, and he could never be hers in this life.

But they are moving, Christian is radiating anger and Scout is growling through him, likely ready to shift. “Noooooooo,” I hear, just as an absolute skull splitting kick lands against my head. Suddenly there’s a ringing in my ears and it’s so intense that I can’t even hear what Tanwen is saying. He’s speaking to me but it's fuzzy. I think I always have vivid dreams but most of the time I wake up not remembering them. It’s like a visual or an idea always just there but out of reach. Last night I dreamed of my Omega, my mate and future mother of my children. Of running on this beach with my family, taking them for flights.

Your smile, a playful tease I resist. Your scent, an ethereal trail of desire. In dreams of what we could have found, If crimson stains hadn’t marred your hands. Numbness spread across my body as the grip on the note loosened, and the pounding headache consumed me. With these dreams, I can’t even escape in the darkness for they haunt me.

It was today when everything started to fall appart. Autumn has run it's course, the grains have been gathered and everything seemed to fall into place. But not for me. The stranger with ruby eyes haunted my dreams. I could see him standing in the far off trees, watching over my room, but then, I'd wake up. I dreamt of touching his thick hair. I dreamt of knowing his name, but those were not real. Those were dreams that seemed to shatter today, when the news of my father's skemes finally reached me.

But even so, you couldn't just wander off on your own. Mariam sat in front of the open window after the wreckage she had caused in her room, staring out into nothingness. She had flung out all her dresses from the wardrobe onto the floor and scattered the bed, ripping off the bed sheet and tearing open the pillows. The tiny feathers littered the top of the bed and every where around it. She didn't cry, she was not sure that she had any tears left to cry and she had taken out her frustration on the pillows. The evening sun glowed a dull orange, blending into the blue sky and causing a layer of pink to stretch across. She watched the birds fly off into the evening, most of them in pairs and sh

She allowed her mind to wander to the very place she had tried to lock herself out for her own sanity. Chaotic Dark It was a mess of swirling scenes, memories and imaginations. She didn't realize that she was squeezing the left part of her chest. She was engrossed in the jumbled imagery, she didn't notice the pain she that was gripping her heart. She crawled towards the couch, muttering lowly to herself. With enough courage that she could use to vanquish the empty feeling in her, Isabelle lifted the central cushion.