Novel & Cerita Vengeance Awakens In A Dream

"This is the future, Veyra. One you created by resisting your place beside me." "I'll never stand beside you." He smiled, slow and cold. "Then watch them die. Over and over again." The earth cracked beneath her feet. Fire bloomed around her. And she screamed— Veyra shot upright in her bed, breath ripping from her lungs in a ragged cry. Her hands clawed at the furs, her heart hammering in her chest as the last echoes of the dream clung to her like cobwebs. Her eyes were wide and wild, tears streaking her cheeks. She barely registered the door slamming open or the sudden rush of footsteps.

“My pack is gone. Everything I was, everything I loved was taken. And you lived, you ruled, you breathed while they were buried.” My voice cracks, splintering under the weight of it. “I told myself it would be enough,” I whisper fiercely. “That if I ended you, the nightmares would stop. That the screaming would stop. That I could finally breathe again.” I laugh once, broken. “So don’t look at me like you don’t understand,” I snap. “Our meeting was never an accident. It was a plan to get vengeance. It was always vengeance.” Silence crashes down when I finally stop.

The meeting that started from the unexpected made them become friends until they were adults. *** The woman opened her eyes slowly. She looked around her, realizing that this was not the place when she closed her eyes this morning. Is she free? Or is this just a dream? The thoughts filled her brain, making her feel a pain in her head. Bianca looked at the IV tube stuck in her hand. Realizing that, she was sure that he wasn't dreaming. Finally, with the last of her strength, Bianca tried to get up. Her body ached all over, especially in the part of her thigh that was hit by the shot.

Charles in the dream begged her to return home no matter how their love had met ruinous consequences but she refused his demand while he started weeping bitterly and awoke from his dream. When he woke that morning, it was with a jolt. He sat on the edge of the bed in his pajamas, shivering, heart hammering in his chest, anger thundering in his heart, head pounding. The light was bright, too bright, after the dream. This time, the realization suddenly struck him that he might have to wait here till Vivian came home. He looked around the bedroom and raised complete hope to see her take up appearance in the room. He found that his dream was confused with his anticipation. He realized that dream

It prowled her veins, fierce and hungry, its promise echoing in her mind—vengeance, power, rebirth. You are not done. Rise. Nyxara’s eyes snapped open, violet fire burning beneath her lashes—an untamable inferno that would never be extinguished. Every betrayal flashed before her, each one forging her will into a weapon sharper than any blade. The dreams they’d tried to steal from her twisted into new forms—armor, claws, teeth. The world had crowned her the White Wolf’s heir in secret, but now, awakened by agony and rage, she claimed the title with every beat of her heart.

The darkness of the dungeon could notobscure the vivid image forming in my mind, the vision of me rising, unstoppable, cutting through those who dared to stand in my way. "No one to oppose me," I thought, the intensity of my desire burning like a fever. My heart raced, each beat a reminder of the pulsating energy that had awoken within me. The revenge I had vowed was not merely an act of defiance; it was a promise to myself, a declaration that I refused to be confined by my mistakes.

Dawn's heart pounded as she jolted awake from a vivid and unsettling dream. It felt so real, as if she had been transported to a different world. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her hands trembled with a mix of fear and urgency. She knew she had to act upon the vision that had just consumed her sleep. In the dream, Dawn saw a war-ravaged land, engulfed in chaos and destruction. She saw Zelda, her closest friend, holding her precious baby tightly in her arms. But something wasn't right. Dawn sensed danger lurking nearby, threatening the safety of Zelda and her child.

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

If she would ever look at me the same way again, knowing I had failed to protect her. These were the thoughts that followed me into a restless sleep, where dreams of blood and vengeance awaited.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

My wounds throbbed—leg, arm, side, chest—but the mark’s pain was worse, a cold fire spreading, her presence sinking deeper, whispering *give in, be whole*. I stepped forward, the dagger raised, its light cutting through the chamber’s glow, but the air resisted, thick, like wading through water. The core pulsed faster, syncing with the mark, and the visions sharpened—me, young, bound in a ritual, blood pooling, the Veil sealing; her, rising from that same blood, a shadow born of my spark. I shook my head, the bond flickering, Lucian’s heartbeat a distant drum, grounding me. “You’re not me,” I said, my voice raw, echoing off the walls.