Untamed Dreams Novels & Stories

She saw its head below the waves now, eyes that burned a bright red and made the sea start to boil. Max was keeping in contact with her and she shared her dreams, and he said that they could stop. However she didn’t think that an option at this point. He confessed that he was having dreams too and so were a couple of the others, about a dark room and howls. Painful and sorrowful howls that turned bitter and angry at times. The only way they didn’t have dreams was when they were down in the cave working on getting behind it. They knew there was a hollow area there. They were thinking about blowing the rock face, even with the hint that there was an opening there somehow. Tamara had deciphered

Getting out of bed she walked towards the window and opened it and a paper immediately flew in, it was like it was waiting for her to. She scowled and picked it up intending to throw it back out when the writing on it caught her eye. " Need help with your dreams? Just visit my shop downtown @mamavoodoo's special shop. I can tell you your future, read your stars and tell you exactly what your dreams are telling you. For more information, call". Tiana's frown only deepened after reading the letter. The letter was both creeping and weird and what was more weird was the fact that there wasn't any number added. Also how did this supposed mama voodoo know she needed help interpreting her dreams?

That was enough to convey the feelings in her heart. *Dreams are believed to be an unravelling of the subconscious. That is what humans believe in, and it is no surprise that you do too. You aren’t to be blamed for disregarding something as unclear as that. After all, how could a newbie who does not fully understand the world of Beastmen be expected to know about stars. Not even all veterans know about stars, much less a kid. You are being too hard on yourself. Also, I doubt your worry has to do with that part of the dream. You are more worried about what she said after, aren’t you*

It is the only eyes that managed to catch my attention somehow and now I'm drowning in them but I still want to explore more of how far his eyes can bring me and how magical they can be. Who is he? Why does it seems like I'm connected to him? Why do his eyes scream something I'm not familiar with but I know for myself that I'm longing for it? He caressed my cheek the moment I reached him but I didn't even do anything to stop him. No man has ever touched me before- not even a strand of my hair except for my dad but when it comes to him... It seems like it's my body is desperate for him to touch me. Am I going insane now?

If something really happened to them or if everything that happened between them was just a dream. Because the truth is... It's not certain. He slowly stood up, immediately heading straight to the bathroom to take a bath. Carl immediately made a confession in the shower; the cold water coming from there pierced his muscles. But the doubts in the young man's mind did not disappear. "Damn it, Dhalia... was it all just a dream?" Carl managed to say. The young man had a strong feeling that it was not just a dream. He thought it really happened. "Oooh! Dhalia!" Carl said.

"My name's Philip, P.H.I.L.I.P, can you call me that?" "Geez, okay, Philip, can I talk now?" He arched an eyebrow and the younger sighed nodding. "So, I have a doubt" "Go ahead, I have to go home" He said impatiently. "You're a stripper, right? The goddamn know stripper Philip, the one who works at the most famous nightclub and the boy everyone wants to fuck with... Hm, who's virgin, how ironic" Mikhail Winters said with sarcasm dripping from his mouth "Philip James, the untainted stripper, right?"

The entire night was filled with surreal and fragmented dreams—none of them forming a coherent story. In one of the dreams, Miranda cradled a chubby, smiling baby in her arms. Behind her stood a tall, gentle man, softly encircling her waist, quietly reminding her to watch her step. But when she turned to look at him, he vanished. All that remained was an endless field of wild grass, stretching as far as her eyes could see. No trace of the man, no one to turn to.

Asher’s POV I woke up drenched in sweat from an X-rated dream, and May was the subject of that dream. What the heck was really happening? Why was I having all these thoughts and now, dreams about May? I didn’t want her or anything, so why did I have wet dreams about her? I had never had wet dreams since I was a teenager, and even then, but was never this intense. It was a dream about that day at the club, with her in that room with me, sitting across my lap with our tongues in each other’s throats, only this time, we didn’t just stop at first or second base, we went all the way to the third one.

Almost. A cold knot of disappointment tightened in my chest. “Honey?” My voice was a timid whisper in the fragrant, silent room. I moved closer, the petals whispering under my steps. I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, feeling the crisp cotton of his shirt. “Kwame, wake up.” He grunted, a deep, unconscious sound, and his hand twitched as if to swat away a fly. He burrowed his face deeper into the duvet, and the snoring stuttered before resuming with renewed vigor.

I could rinse away every trace of it from my body, but never from my mind. The dreams came every night without fail, ever since my eighteenth birthday. At first, I told myself it was my imagination some cruel trick of my lonely mind, desperate to feel wanted when no mate had appeared. But as the months dragged on, the dreams didn’t fade. A full year of relentless, fevered torment, whispering reminders of what I didn’t have. It felt less like fantasy and more like fate mocking me the unwanted little omega wolf who was never meant to be claimed.