Seizing Dreams Novels & Stories

“I dreamt of discovering my power of premonition.” “The dead maid.” I say quietly. “Yes. I also dreamt of Prince Aares’ glee. His absolute joy that I had either killed or foresaw the death of someone. The idea of such a power intoxicated him and his cruel mind.” “Your experience doesn’t have to be everyone’s. Dreams aren’t always so literal. Perhaps it is saying our powers are awakening and beware of those who wish to benefit from them.” Theia counters. “Perhaps.” Asteria quips. “I dreamt of meeting my familiar.”

I asked, and he nodded. “Theia, I had all your information because I was watching you,” he said, “but not to play a joke. But because your stories were flagged as a concern. You were writing about things that were happening in the supernatural world. And I don’t mean vague things, I mean with extreme accuracy.” “Oh,” I said again. A lot of my stories were based on my dreams after and around my seizures. Could they really be something other than my imagination? “So what do you mean by flagged as a concern?”

Selena’s POV： When I went to sleep with a sore body, I came back to the dream. This dream is a secret that I never tell. It follows me like a ghost. Sometimes it irritates me, sometimes it comforts me. This is a dream about my sister's quinceanera. In my dream, I stood at the entrance to the garden of the Red Moon Pack. This place is familiar to me, but I have a special indescribable feeling today.

He puts it on the table between us before opening a page, "Immediately I left here, I went to do a quick research about dreams and visions. I'm afraid Thor, that the Seer is indeed right about his trauma theory..." He points at a place that he already marked with red pen and starts to read out loud since I didn't bother to stand up from where I'm sitting "The Luna's condition is known as dream delusion. Sometimes it happens when memories are induced by the experience of a vivid dream. Other times it..."

~Sienna~ Warm, wet flesh flattens on my pussy, it drags slowly upward and curls. I push back against it, chasing the foreign object before it disappears. “Mmmm….” I arch my back, my eyes squeezing tight. I can’t see anything, it’s so dark, but I don’t want to wake up from this dream. My fingers sinks into the bed, my legs spreads wider. I whimper, I don’t want this to stop. I bite my lips, from screaming loud.

she announced. I nodded and walked to the books. "What are we searching for exactly?" I asked. "Anything that has to do with vivid dreams or seizures," Selene announced. Then I shot her strange glare. Had this girl also had seizures? If so then this was really bad. I walked to a section of the library and began to trail my fingers on the corners as I hoped to find what she asked for. My hands suddenly stopped on one book. There was nothing special about it. It was a dark green. I wanted to ignore it since it was nameless, but I could not.

"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"

“No. I am afraid they are not. I just used it a few hours ago. I wasn’t sure how I knew I had it, but at the time, I just wanted the pain to stop.” “What pain?” Jade focused on her. “This may sound crazy to you, but I have been having these dreams.” “Nightmares?” Selena shakes her head. “No, I wouldn’t call them that. It felt so real that just thinking about it makes my heart hurt.” “What do these dreams look like?” “It sounds unbelievable, so I would rather not tell you. I don’t want you to laugh at me.”

“Well, I want to know why I’m dreaming about her. Assuming the dreams I have are of things that are actually happening, it’s kind of like how a Seer or Oracle works. Maybe I could talk to one and try and figure out if I can control it better or see more?” I say slowly. I’m not actually totally sure if it will help, but it’s not like I’m doing anything else, and having more answers might make the dreams less horrifying. Or more horrifying. I don’t know.

"What kind of nightmares?" "Dark things. Ravens. Figures that shift and change. Screaming." I can't breathe. "Mom, I had those dreams. For weeks." Her face goes white. "What?" "Ravens falling from the sky. Figures chasing me. I thought I was losing my mind." Mom grabs my hand tightly. "That wasn't supposed to happen. I'm so sorry, my dear. The magic must have reached you through our bond, and that must be why the seal started breaking."