Scattered Dreams Novels & Stories

I don’t know why he was so adamant to have me when he could just mark and mate with Samantha making her his Luna. I’m guessing when they disappear they go back to run the pack. The one that I didn’t believe existed until they came back smelling of different scents one day a while back. It would be so helpful if I could remember something. Anything! Just one thing, please mind. Tell me who it is that I miss so much, help me cure my aching heart. The men in my dreams, the woman and man, the group of people around my age telling me things like I should be familiar with them.

But when I need to feel completely, utterly ruined. Some fantasies aren't meant to stay fantasies.

**MELODY** This morning when I got off of work and tried to rest before I had to go back and help my parents patrol, I had these dreams. Crazed dreams that vampires don't normally have. A dream of wolves running and then shimmering. It was crazy and blew my mind. I could feel the excitement and anticipation to move closer and get a better look.

The clock struck 1 am, adding to her despair. Feeling lost and overwhelmed, she crouched down beside a sleek black car and unraveled into sobs. It had been an unsettling night, filled with one of her usual nightmares that had left her sleep-deprived and disoriented. Whenever she woke up from the terrifying dreams, snippets of different scenarios flickered before her eyes. Some involved a haunting accident, while others featured a pulsating club party. The visions overlapped in her mind, creating an indistinguishable mess that she couldn't shake off.

Back then, my head was full of love, like a dream made of cotton candy. Who could have guessed that I would return here three years later—not in a wedding dress, not hand in hand with him, with smiles on our faces, but quietly moving through empty aisles. Jason didn't say a word. He just watched as I wandered through the church. His eyes darkened, as if finally understanding something. To be honest, he looked worse than I did. He was so skinny that he looked bony, his face was ghostly pale, and he was so frail that a gust of wind could knock him over.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

I asked, feeling sudden heat. “I've had two dreams now about him stabbing me, all between this afternoon and now.” Scarlett said, and I was immediately terrified. “The first was in the library, and the second one was inside the hospital.” “And you've not had dreams like this?” I asked, and she shook her head. “None of my dreams have ever been this vivid.” I sighed. “And there are just six days left until whatever chaos would be unleashed unleashes?” I asked, and she nodded. “What do you think? Do you know a way out?” She asked. I stared into her dreamy eyes, and I knew that for her, I'd give up so many things, or even do things I promised not to.

Somewhere around dawn, I drifted off, dreams filled with bracelet beads rolling across hardwood floors, scattering in all directions while I scrambled to collect them before they disappeared forever. * * *

The nights are the worst. Sometimes I dream in flashes, light, static, whispers of a name that never fully reaches me. In those dreams, I’m surrounded by fragments of code, melting away like snow in sunlight. I always reach out for someone’s hand, but wake up just before I touch it. My chest races, my fingers tremble. I tell myself it’s just a dream, but deep down, I know it’s something else.

Morning had arrived. I spotted a patch of grass under a tree—soft, hidden, a temporary refuge. I crawled to it and curled up, my limbs folding into themselves like a child in the womb. Sleep took me the moment my head hit the earth. But peace did not follow. My dreams were fractured, flashing images that made no sense—blurry shadows, whispers I couldn’t understand, voices I didn’t recognize. Flashes of Aspen’s blood. Her eyes. Her scream. Kai’s knife. My hands chained again.