Romans & histoires The Wild Dog Dreams Of Devouring

He yelled as he commanded his driver. "Yes Sir." As he quickly went to his car while Alexander followed him. His heart was beating crazy right now. He couldn't believe this bullshit was happening. It was the main headquarter of the Black Wolf's Clan for fucks sake! Where the hell they got the information of their den? The traitor was going to pay for it! His driver broke the speed limit and in no time they were able to get back at northside. Alexander quickly got out from the car and stared the horrible scene before him. The Grand Mansion that was covered with thick, vivid trees and grasses had now turned into ashes with a large crater on it. In the crater laid the thousand, burnt bodies of

“So you stole all this food?” “Yeah. And I don’t feel bad about it.” I fill my glass, and down the sweet juice in one go. God that feels good. “Can I ask you something?” “You always do,” he says and flips the sizzling steaks. “You said wolves like Deimos have bizarre impulses. Are one of those impulses a desire for blood?” He freezes, the spatula midway to the pan. “Why do you ask?” That’s a yes then. “I had a dream that Deimos bit into my breast so he could drink my blood.”

I picked at a couple blades of grass that tickled my ankle. “What did you dream about?” Her eyes twinkled with intrigue. “The first dream was before the rogue attack. I dreamt of a misty forest. At first, everything was peaceful, but then there was fire, smoke, howls, screams, and cries.” “That dream feels familiar, does it not?” “The rogue attack?” My eyes flashed up to meet her eyes. “The second dream?” She dismissed my question. “I just had it a few days ago. Again a misty forest, but I watched a witch get kidnapped by werewolves.”

I nodded at this, eager to hear something, anything that could make me understand the pleasure sinking within me with every moment I remained this close to her. "I have dreams, strange dreams." She began. My ears strained slightly. "I've dreamt of the Night Wolf many times, in one recurring dream. I think it is because I fear him, that dreams of him always seem so real," she confessed. My breathing was shallow as I listened, my heart a steady but anxious beat within me, "what do you dream of him?" "I'm in a field, tormented by the pups of my old pack. It's the only game they know how to play well, scare the Keffer."

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

Trista’s POV I tossed and turned all night. My dreams were a messed up mix of fragments, bordering on nightmares. But one dream in particular scared me so badly I couldn’t go back to sleep. In the dream, I knelt in the forest while Liam laughed maniacally at the tree line. Rogues crept in from the trees, their eyes glinting in the moonlight. They held knives, ready to stab me. I begged Liam for help but he only kept laughing. Then the rogues all shifted, to tiny little wolf pups. They yipped and ran in circles at my feet. “Eat her!” Liam instructed the wolf pups. They nipped at my ankles. Then Dagny appeared, dressed in a blue robe. “Oh no,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “Don’t eat

They were really starting to scare me now. As their howls grew louder, my mother suddenly got in my face and opened her mouth as wide as she could to howl. That’s when I jolted awake. “Ahhh!” I screamed at the wild one lunging toward me. “Get away from him!” I yelled at the beast chewing on my father’s leg. I couldn’t believe it—this whole journey had just been a dream. I had passed out after leaving the pack, but now I was awake, and the wild ones were closing in on us.

We were the pack. I slept, and as I did, I dreamed. I dreamed of the child, running free across the grasslands, their laughter echoing in the wind. I dreamed of the pack, running together, their howls mingling in the air. I dreamed of a world where wolves and humans lived together in harmony, a world of peace and understanding. And in my dreams, I knew that I had found my place, my reason for being. I was the wolf who bridged the gap between two worlds, the wolf who brought peace. In my dreams, I was more than just a wolf. I was a bridge, a connection, a spark of hope. I was the one who showed the way.

Finally, I feel myself drifting off to sleep, hoping and praying that tomorrow will bring more options for freedom. I dream of bears and wolves, running together, chasing each other, bounding up over hills and valleys in formation. I dream of great battles, wolves and bears on the same side, then fighting one another. I dream of confusion, of tangled stories, of the chipping, grinding, carving of stones.

**** That night, I dream in red and black. It starts with howls. Long and mournful, echoing through a forest I don’t remember ever stepping foot in. The moon hangs heavy above the trees - too large, like it’s pressing down on the world. I’m barefoot in the woods. My skin is cold, but my blood burns. Something is chasing me. No. Not something. Someone. Amber eyes flash in the darkness. Jaws snap. Paws thunder against earth. Wolves. I try to run, but the ground keeps shifting beneath me. The grass turns to water, water to glass. I see my reflection, and it’s not me. Not only me.