Seizing Dreams Novels & Stories

Suddenly, She jolted awake with a gasp, sitting up in her bed with wide eyes and a racing pulse. The dream felt so real, every sensation felt so vivid and heightened.. She could actually feel herself losing control, succumbing to the temptation of the kings wild power, both in and out of her dream. But just as quickly as the dream had consumed her, Horror also washed over her as reality sank in. "No, no, no!" she whispered in disbelief. "What the actual hell?! I can't be having these kind of dreams about him. This is madness!" Sera's mind raced, her thoughts clashing with one another. She couldn't understand why her body and subconscious tried to betray her mind like this.

My heart swells with warmth, and I close my eyes, letting myself sink into the sensation. But just as quickly as the dream fills me with comfort, something shifts. The light dims, and the figure fades into the shadows. I reach out, desperate to hold on, but it's gone. Suddenly, I'm falling. I wake up with a sharp gasp, my body drenched in sweat. My hands clutch at the thin sheets, my chest heaving. I blink rapidly, trying to steady my breath. The dream felt so real, too real. Was that him? Was that... Sebastian?

Jessica woke up with a start, drenched in sweat. She had been having the same dream for weeks now, a vivid and intense dream that left her feeling both aroused and unnerved. In the dream, Lucas was holding her down, his teeth bared and his eyes glowing with a fierce intensity. He would growl and snarl as he took her, and she would submit to him completely, lost in a sea of feral urges. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She knew that these dreams were dangerous, that they spoke to a part of her that she wasn't ready to confront. But try as she might, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was changing inside of her.

Her words faltered, but she forced herself to finish what she had started, "And I see cracks. I hear whispers of change. Everyone around me, about Ezekiel feels wrong. I feel like... Something terrible has happened and the person in my dreams is supposed to be right here, in my life!" The Seeress tilted her head a bit, and her eyes shifted and lay upon Rhiannon, "Dreams are rivers, Rhiannon. They carry truth, but also shadows. What you see may be a memory... or warning," "That's not enough!" Rhiannon snapped, her voice breaking from emotions. She was so desperate to know the truth at this point, she couldn't keep pretending in the Pack she loved that everything was alright when no one rememb

I routinely slapped a pain-relief patch onto my wrist before packing my things to head back to the dorms. The conductor approached me. “Naomi, we have a change of plans. Someone is taking your place. “I’m afraid you won’t be joining us for the performance next week.” … My mind went blank. From the age of seven to twenty-one, I went through fourteen years of tough seasons, just to gain this opportunity. I was just one step away from realizing my dream and fulfilling my mother’s dying wish. Yet now… Gritting my teeth, I asked heart-wrenchingly, “Sir, may I know who has been given my role?”

Her Granny found it interesting, she called it a blessing because it had helped the family in so many ways. Juana herself didn't think it was a blessing, she found it really strange and scary. She'd rather not know the future than know and not be able to stop it from happening, the bad parts that is. She remembered having a dream when she was seven. It was a very strange one. She saw nothing, literally nothing. She was walking on nothing and staring at a ball of nothing. There was no air, no trees, no buildings. Everything was blank. She herself felt invisible. She screamed right out of sleep that morning. And it was the morning of her seventh birthday. When Baron and Dawn asked her about it

It’s not like he has never heard of people, who thought of themselves as humans and later got to know they weren’t, but he was never the one to disclose such things. “I…” she began, twiddling her thumbs nervously. The chair squeaked as she shifted. She peered at him. “I...have these dreams.” Dorian’s brows furrowed. He leaned forward. “Dreams?” he prompted. Summer nodded. “Yes, like...like visions,” she said haltingly. His mind stuttered for a moment. Visions? How did she…? “How do you know?” he asked impassively although his heart had started thudding

he said gently, “what do you see in these dreams?” I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to recall the terrifying images that haunted my sleep. “It’s… it’s always dark,” I began, my voice a little shaky. “Sometimes, I’m falling. Falling into a deep, dark sea. The water is cold and heavy, and I can’t breathe. I’m drowning.” I shivered, even remembering the feeling. “And other times,” I continued, “I’m locked in a room. A small, dark room. There are no windows, no doors. Just… darkness. I can’t escape.”

PROLOGUE Kehlani flipped he eyes open and jerked her body off the bed with utmost alacrity and urgency. Her heart thumped loudly. Too loud she was scared it would throb out of her chest which may have been why she rubbed in with her palm in a circular motion. Another bad dream. These days she had constant dreams of weird creatures chasing her in a dense forest or when she was fighting off a weird creature at night. It got scarier and scarier by the night and even more vivid too.

"I am not much for spirituality but i do know for a fact that Fae do not dream as the humans used to describe it." I rested my chin on my palm as my interest sparked. "They do not?" She shook her head. "Not as you put it, no. They do not dream. They see." "See? Explain this." "Dreams are illusions based on the heart's most deepest and suppressed desire. The humans and sometimes, my people are envied because of these things. The Fae mostly fall into dreamless sleep. If anything at all, they see, or they foresee. By seeing, in their sleep, they see things that have occurred. Haunting and disturbing events that have affected them gravely. Happy moments that have brought them true joy. Occasiona