Sky Like Dreams Novels & Stories

hits him like a dagger forced into his heart. "Sky, why don't we eat first?." he was trying to change the topic. In that house, he was like a pig waiting for the butcher to slaughter him. This feeling, he only felt this from that one specific event... Sky did not buy that reason. If they were friends then why was he specifically dreaming of him? Why not Kai? Why not his mom? or his other friends? Why was it only Kole? There must be something. "So it's really you. Is it just friends?" Sky asks.

**Chapter 78 – Dreamland: Velocity & Valley** **The Coma Dreamscape, I’m fourteen again. Crystal-blue eyes (pre-Moroi red, pre-violet lightning), platinum hair in messy twin tails, oversized black hoodie with a wolf print that’s two sizes too big because it was the only clean thing left after the move. Hot Springs, Arkansas. Velocity Park → Valley Street Skatepark. Golden hour bleeding into dusk. The concrete is still warm from the day’s sun.

“The dream terrified me. ‘I’ terrified me. Hearing them utter those words during the attack destabilised me and allowed them to capture me. I’ve been thinking hard about it all and I don’t know what to make of it. I’m not evil, and I don’t want the world to burn but I saw what I was capable of in the dreams-“ I take her hand and she sucks in a breath. “Skye.” I say firmly. “I can understand your fear, sympathise with you. That was a terrible dream, and you had it more than once. But I know you Skye. I’ve known you since you were as tiny as a bottle and couldn’t do anything for yourself but cry. I remember you toddling around, clutching my fingers. I remember feeding you, then talking with yo

Hail is still not awake and Jun and Sylv, together with Hierro, are watching over Hail. Hierro... Skye thought when he remembered Hierro’s blank expression that seemed to have been the default expression of his young and handsome face. Skye sighed and went down the horse when he reached the lake in the middle of the autumn forest. He saw this lake a couple of days ago while they were looking for Hail.

Neither of them was willing to break the quiet. “Do you believe,” Sky asked softly, “that sometimes… I still feel like I’m dreaming?” Damian tilted his head, his nose brushing her forehead. “If this is a dream,” he breathed, “then please—let no one wake me.” Sky smiled, but there was no laughter in it. Only something tender. A deep, slow gratitude—like every kiss returned a stolen moment the world had taken and was finally giving back. “You know… if anyone saw us like this—” Sky began, but Damian cut her off with a small, playful kiss pressed into the hollow of her shoulder.

Sky explained by using his hands. “Elena was sleeping on her bed like a beautiful angel. At that time, I reconsidered my plan of scaring her, because she was looking way too peaceful and angelic.” Sky added with heart in his eyes and continued, “But then my brain went like ‘if I actually succeed this time, then this fairy will be in my arms for the rest of my life” said Sky in a dreamy hopeful tone while holding both of his hands together. “In your dreams!” said Luke harshly, and a loud groan left his mouth.

Taking a slow deep breath, I pushed my will and my voice into his unconscious mind. “Skye!” I saw him then, in his dream. He lay in a meadow of wildflowers with his head on the shoulder of a man. Or rather, the impression of a man. I couldn't make out his features. “Kendra?” Skye asked, sitting up. The man with him sat up as well, keeping one arm around my friend. “What are you doing here?” “The better question is, how am I here?” I glanced around quickly at the sunlit meadow and the swarm of tiny pale blue butterflies that danced about. “But right now, you need to wake up.” I said, returning my attention to him.

The room is filled with a sense of hope and resilience, as they embrace the uncertain future together. In vihaan’s bedroom vihaan was sleeping peacefully. In his dream, Vihaan found himself in a surreal landscape. The sky was a mesmerizing blend of vibrant colors, swirling and shifting like a living canvas. Trees with leaves of silver and gold danced to an unheard melody, and rivers flowed with liquid crystal. It was a world unlike any he had ever seen, both awe-inspiring and unsettling.

I tried to think of an explanation that would sound reasonable. Dresna blurted out, “Are you some kind of witch”? A witch was not the comparison I expected. “There’s something weird going on with you, Skye. You saved my life on the mountain, and now at the Drock...” “It was the Drax that got to those two,” I said, trying to sound convincing. “Seriously, Dresna, you know what that concoction did to you.” We reached Dresna’s home, and I stood for a moment contemplating whether to expand on my answer, but noting his questions had subsided, I decided to let any further response lapse.

His eyes locked on my bare skin—smooth, unmarked, flawless. My lips curled in a cold smile. "Do you see now, Mr. Kinsey? There is no birthmark. I am not Arden." Wayne froze, disbelief etched on his face. "How… how could that be…" Vincent's patience snapped. "You have your answer, Wayne, and now, it's my turn to settle the score. You've harassed my cousin more than once, and now you even laid hands on her. You'll pay for this."