Waking Nightmares Skyrim Novels & Stories

**Chapter 80 – System Rebooting........ Full System Unlock** ** December 14, 2030 – The Edge of Waking** The dreamscape cracks like glass under too much thunder. One second I’m fourteen, dropping in endless on Velocity Park’s bowl, Remy’s hand in mine, the sky splitting violet and gold. The next—white noise. A hum in my veins like the crown is singing itself back together. Then the words appear. Not in my eyes. In my blood.

Wait, Sky? I wake up with a jolt. Sky is tossing and turning beside me, screaming out the word no. He's having a nightmare. I immediately turn on his bedside lights before shaking him so I can wake him. "No no no!" He shouts in agony. "Sky, wake up!" I shake him again and he opens his eyes. He looks confused and agitated. "Are you okay?" I ask but instead of replying he throws himself into my arms, hugging me tightly.

Before it got worse. I would intend to ask my mom if I could stay home or pretend to be sick. But I couldn’t. I fought every morning. But nothing changed in a positive way. I could only say less and less. It didn’t help that I couldn’t sleep. Every time I started to feel sleep pull me, I was immediately ripped into the middle of a nightmare. The themes were the same. Dark forest. Hands all over me. Sometimes I would nearly see my salvation, a pair of silver eyes, but other times I wouldn’t.

He pushed into me harder and faster, deeper until my walls clenched around his length, my body begging for more, until he slammed into me hard, over and again, kissing my mouth roughly as his body found release inside me. "Come here," Elias breathed into my ear, pulling me to his chest. Xander scooted closer to me and then we fell asleep, our bodies tangled within each other's. *** I woke in the middle of the night crying; I kept seeing Maria and Macy's last moments, their bodies burning.... "Ssshhhh...." Elias said, wrapping his arms around me as he pulled me to his chest. "Kalyssa, you're having a nightmare." "I'm so sorry," I wept. "I just keep seeing Maria and Macy—"

He whispers, I grin in agreement as he jumps over us kissing baylees head then my lips, he snuggles in beside me as I choose twilight. “Ohhh are we near the part with the wolves yet?” He asks excitedly “Yes we are” He grabs me, pulling me closer as he gets comfortable, my body relaxing as we watch the show. I wake up to screaming, not having realised id actually fallen asleep, my eyes snapping open as I jump up. Drakes up and out of bed already in shock as I stare at the screaming girl in our bed. “She’s having a nightmare” Layla whimpers pushing forward to see her as drake goes to grab her, I catch his hand and shake my head

Not with those treacherous nightmares kicking every amount of sleep I had left. I rolled a training mat on the floor and began to do press ups. If I didn’t sleep then I wouldn’t have nightmares of Riven dying or my brothers covered in blood. The next morning came quicker than I wanted it to come. Riven always used the stalls before any of us woke up and I wouldn’t have noticed if I didn’t stay awake all night like a bat for months. Low-key I was running on gas fumes at this point. I heard the soft click of the door and decided perhaps having a cold shower or a hit one would soothe my bones and muscles. Perhaps I could get 30 minutes max of sleep before jolting awake from tremors.

Dawn sunlight filtered slowly into my attic, streaming through the cracked window panes and casting golden strips across my threadbare blanket. The light pulled me from restless sleep, my eyelids heavy as if I had just closed them moments before. The nightmares had returned. Hazy glimpses of a silver-gray wolf running beneath a blood-red moon, its eyes blazing with fierce intensity. My wolf, Nyra, felt distant yet present, her heartbeat a faint echo within me. But this dream was different. Not a nightmare, but something that felt like a promise, something I couldn't quite grasp.

“I know you didn’t mean to send him out that way, and he knows that too. He’s only worried.” “Worried?” I frowned. “You haven’t told him about your panic attacks? The nightmares?” Oh. She didn’t know. I didn’t know if I should be relieved or disappointed. But I guess this was a better outcome. “No, not yet.” She sighed, out of sadness, and probably relief too. Because she’d probably be a little heartbroken if I had been able to talk to Alexander about something she and my parents never got to find out. I never talked to anyone except my therapist, about the details of what happened the night I got the scar. There were so many unresolved emotions around it that I was still not willing to face

The packs will fall. Every instinct screamed to curl into him, hold him tighter. But the nightmare, the wound, the vision—they weren’t coincidences. They were warnings. Ryder stirred, voice rough with sleep. “Baby? What’s wrong?” I swiped my face quickly. “Nothing. Go back to sleep.” He frowned, but exhaustion dragged him under again. His breathing steadied. I stayed awake, staring at him in the dark, shaking with the truth I didn’t want to face.

Rosie and my mother had already gone to bed after waiting for some time while the pack members were not informed that I was coming back today. After a bit of chit-chat about the search and the progress, we all decided to head to bed. Lucas had agreed to not tell anyone about my nightmares which was a relief. I didn’t want to bother anyone by letting them know about it. In werewolves, nightmares aren’t something common. Nightmares are an indication that the person’s wolf is trying to take over their subconscious or the incident leading to the nightmares is weakening the person and his wolf. In my case, both things were happening but I also knew, I would survive. With my mind lingering on all