The Sleepwalkers Novels & Stories

Lucas P.O.V Whispers. All around me people are whispering together, but I cannot decipher what they are saying. Not yet. They are not close enough. Pieces of hushed conversation reach my ears, but not much makes sense. I find myself drifting between waking and dreams. The dreams are filled with fire and ash, a soft silk laughter and eyes obsidian black and as endless as the deepest pitches of hell. “Don’t worry, prince of the daywalkers, I will not take her all for myself.” He says, smiling softly. It fills my body with dread, and makes Ulric growl possessively.

I ignored the flutter in my heart and kept reading. ‘Dreamwalking is a mastery possessed by Reavers, enabling them to seamlessly enter and exit the dreams of others, as if they were physically present. This extraordinary ability also allows them to navigate and manipulate their own dreams, shaping the narrative and environment with precision. Many Reavers utilize their dreams as a mirrored reflection of their waking lives, creating a sanctuary where they can escape the mundane routines of daily existence. In this realm, they can find respite, allowing their physical forms to recharge while their minds roam free.’

I talked to Devon about what happened to me last night and he just laughed and told me that he already knew. I asked him how he knew it because I felt shy when he already knew about it before I told him. He said that his friends who saw me having my sleepwalk told him that my mom and Nana Salve are following me. They almost slept because I walk too fast; almost running. I couldn't look at him and he noticed that I couldn't look at him because I am not just shy but also embarrassed. I didn’t know that I would have a sleepwalk and that is totally off for me.

Rasmus was getting ready to leave after waiting in the treasure room for night to fall when he heard a whisper. He leaned closer to the door and placed his hear on it and the whisper came again but he was able to hear what the person was saying. “The dead rogues suggest that he is here.” “Shush,” another voice shunned. “He is a nightwalker, he can hear you, you know.” “But I’m whispering,” the first voice said.

"That's because you're a deep sleeper, you sleepwalked all the way to your room, that's why you can't remember what happened." I stared at him, feeling a sense of wonder wash over me. Sleepwalked? Was that even possible? But Eden's calm, matter-of-fact tone made me believe him, and I found myself nodding, accepting his explanation without question. My eyes widened in surprise as I processed Eden's revelation. "Sleep walk?" I repeated, my bright blue eyes locked onto his piercing blue ones. Eden's chiseled features relaxed into a calm, smooth expression as he nodded. "Yeah."

"How long are you going to stay mad? I'll take my medicine, okay? If it makes you feel better, tie me up so I don't sleepwalk." She acted like treating her sleepwalking was some kind of gift for me. I couldn't help but scoff. She fought me every time I urged her to take her medication. Yet she obeyed Julian's every word. I remembered the first time I met her parents. Julian was there too. I thought nothing of it, assuming they were just close friends. That night, Wendy sleepwalked and found herself standing on the bridge over a river. Julian and I reached out to her as we shouted her name frantically.

The dead twitched - as if sniffing, they stepped uncertainly in his direction and froze. Vic glanced at the children. The girls curled up, snuggled up to each other and slept right on the ground. Kim sat with his hands on his knees and rested his head on them. Fatigue took its toll and, despite the terrible neighborhood, he also slept. The Vistolet just shook his head, turned back to the walking corpses. They shifted from foot to foot and seemed to be waiting for something. Suddenly, he realized that it was his dead - those dead that he personally raised in the town. Somehow they did not burn out and wandered after the owner, and where his trail ended, they stopped and waited. "Step back," V

It was the invisible monster that dictated every move in this house. "Alright. So you've got your things figured out. Your priorities are clear," I said softly. I pushed myself up, finally getting off the sofa. My body felt heavy, as if I were moving through water. "I’m sorry about troubling you last night with the sleepwalking. Just... ignore me if it happens again. Go back to sleep. I’ll eventually find a wall to sit against."

Strauss’ assistant wriggled out of his arms, and began sprinting back up the street towards her boss. Giving a sigh, Jackson set off after her. This was really testing the limits of his luck. As he ran, he took in the surreal details ahead: not only was the bus on fire, but also several Sleepers—not that it seemed to be slowing them down in the slightest. They were still attacking their opponents, in some cases causing them to catch light as well. The sky was darkening, and the glow of all this gave the scene a strangely hellish appearance. The Sleepers were also all over the British jeep, like limpets on a rock, covering it entirely. And the car park was swarming with them, all the people w

I clenched my tiny fist, yawned, and drifted into a deep sleep during the first spring of my new life. This time... I could hear everything.