The Ship Of Dreams Titanic Novels & Stories

It was a dream, but it felt so real. Or perhaps it could be viewed as a nightmare. Titan had found himself in a pool of blood and with his hands soiled, as he stood halfway in the waters looking at his palms in wonder. Around him, dead werewolves floated on the surface of the waters. His eyes fluttered open in shock. He sat up, unsuccessfully trying to compose his trembling. Titan stood up from the bed still shaking. He lit up a Cuban cigarette and went to the verandah to smoke. Years ago, he had learned the stupidity of ignoring his dreams.

I elaborated. "Yeah yeah I saw the tag BraTina." I rolled my eyes at her childish remarks. "Just so you know I will always be on team #Sebina" Tiffany chuckled from the other end. "TIFFANY! You never understand now, do you? Always building ships that were bound to sink rather sail, just like the fucking Titanic." I chided. We chatted up for some more time and then I finally retired to my bed with a happy face and peaceful mind. The beep of my alarm was loud enough to let me know that it's my time to rise and shine.

He tucked a wisp of her hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear, “what is going on in your beautiful mind?” “The Titanic.” Her words made him blink. “The Titanic? I have you sitting on my lap in the world’s sexiest office,” he waved his arm around the room with a smirk, “and you’re thinking of a ship which crashed into an iceberg and people died?” “I’m thinking The Titanic disaster resulted from a culmination of very poor decision-making strategies and selfish desires.” She touched the V-neck of his t-shirt, “I am concerned I’m going to go down like the ship.”

The ship was no longer a machine; it was a gargantuan, sleeping animal. ​“Mama, the ship is dreaming,” Liam said softly, his voice sounding hollow from exhaustion. He was pale, his gold light dim but steady, his eyes wide as he looked at a cluster of flowers that had sprouted from a secondary cooling vent. The blooms looked like spun glass, but they smelled like jasmine, crushed pine, and the specific scent of rain on hot pavement. “It doesn't want to be a weapon anymore. It wants to be a cradle.”

its just a dream" Lily also said that but why didn't it feel so. I have had tons of dreams before but this one just seemed too off, too scary, too real. I am really over thinking this, maybe I should just stop worrying so much. Its just a dream. "Where did you get that" she yelled out of nowhere making me flinch a little. "Get what?" I asked "That" she pointed to my wrist where my silver bracelet sat. "Oh, it was a birthday gift" "Its beautiful" she held my arm, staring awestruck at the thing.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

On Titanya Island, Kataleya, sitting on top of the mountain, drew a ship that appeared in her dreams, drawing as if trying to read and see her destiny. From something she could see the sea, seeing a ship approaching, something that hadn't happened in over twenty years. Titania Island was not an island that many frequented, only the most fearless went. Some claimed it was the location, others because they knew that some beings with hidden powers live in that place.

They simply un-blurred from the background radiation of space, just past the orbit of Titan. ​They were beautiful and terrifying. They didn't look like ships at all, but like gargantuan, translucent Nautilus shells carved from frozen starlight. There were no visible engines, no weapons, no cold-processing arrays. They hummed with a frequency that was so deep it made the Respiration’s ironwood hull weep a sweet-smelling resin.

I had cheated on him and here I am lying comfortably in his arms. I am scared, scared if he'd leave me. (Am scared too. Lemme share your pain. Arrrg.... Your captain on the line,fore warning...... There seems to be a hole in the ship, hoping it can be repaired by our engineering crew before it leads to our doom (sinking in the cold hearted dark sea, just like titanic.) For now please keep your life jackets close just in case.... Aaarrg... Like and comment people. Love yal. ADIOs.)

The vessel was enormous, easily the most beautiful boat I'd ever seen in person, with multiple decks and elegant lines that spoke of both sophistication and wealth. But this wasn't just any yacht—this was Serenity's Dream, the exclusive floating restaurant I'd always dreamed of visiting but never thought I could afford. I'd mentioned it to Theo once in passing, describing how I'd seen pictures of their romantic dinner cruises and always imagined what it would be like to dine on the water under the stars. "Theo," I breathed, hardly able to believe what I was seeing. "Is this...?" "Serenity's Dream," he confirmed, stepping out of the car and coming around to open my door. "I thought you might