Romans & histoires Waking Nightmares Skyrim

The nightmares hit almost as soon as I closed my eyes, so vivid that they felt real. In one, I was running through a forest and I could hear Lyra screaming my name, her voice echoing from every direction, but every time I reached out, her body dissolved into a shower of burning ashes. Then, the faces of my pack—children, elders, warriors—appeared with empty eye sockets, their flesh rotting away as they whispered, “You failed us, Alpha. The line ends with you.” A weight I couldn’t explain pressed down onto my chest, crushing the breath from my lungs. I bolted upright with a choked gasp.

Then a small smile tugs at his mouth. “You look well.” he says through his smile. Heat immediately creeps into my face. Gods. Why is that somehow worse than Rowan’s nonsense? “Thank you,” I mutter. A smug grin spreads across Rowan’s face. “Oh, that’s interesting.” Luca kicks him under the table so hard Rowan yelps. Halfway through somewhat peaceful breakfast, Lyra casually drops a bomb. “Don’t forget the bonfire tonight.” I freeze. “The what?” I ask.

~PLEASURE IN THE SKY ~ I sob. “Please don’t do this. Mom, help me. Don’t let him hurt me.” “No, don’t touch me!” “No, no—no!” I wake up to my phone’s alarm, reminding me it’s time to go back to New York. And back home. These nightmares are getting worse, even during afternoon naps. Ugh. This is not good. I quickly touch up my face and get ready for a flight with a client.

**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.

In just a blink of an eye, the rogue wolf lunged forward, jaws gaping to rip the flesh from her neck. In a swift movement, she gasped and jolted upright, clutching at her throbbing neck. "What's the matter?" Kian asked, his brows furrowed as he noticed Lyra gasping for air. She took a moment to catch her breath before glancing at him, relieved that it was just another recurring nightmare that had woken her up in a cold sweat. Without fail, this happened every month like clockwork. However, this time it felt more real, perhaps because she had just escaped Ardan Woods alive.

I whimper at the taste of blood in my mouth making me feel sick knowing the source and what it likely means. “She didn’t mean it, I promise she didn’t,” Liliana cries while looking up at the wolf not afraid for herself, but me then I catch a glimpse of why. I whimper when my eyes find the Benji on the ground with his throat ripped apart making me tear my eyes away to look up at the large familiar wolf. “Raven?” His link connects to mine and my eyes widen not sure why I can hear him knowing I should only be able to hear my pack members.

After three back-to-back nights of working until 3:00 am, I dropped dead. Honestly, I thought it was a relief and that my 23 years of corporate misery had finally come to a blissful end. But when I opened my eyes, I found myself transmigrated into a horror game. Right now, I was sitting in a classroom. A hanging ghost dangled from the blackboard, and its long tongue was dragging across the floor. A jumper ghost was doing a handstand on the desk with its eyeballs stretched six feet out of their sockets.

I freeze, water overflowing from the glass and splashing onto my hands. But when I look again, there's nothing. Just trees swaying in the night breeze. Get it together, Kaia. It was just a nightmare. I drink the water in three long gulps and head back to bed, but sleep doesn't come easily. Every time I close my eyes, I see ravens falling from the sky and hear that figure's terrifying scream.

“How do you know?” Raven’s eyes glowed faintly with reflected aurora. “Because she’s calling for me.” --- Global Dreamspace — Nightmare Bloom Shadows rose like smoke along the horizon, their forms shifting, trembling with human fear. Nightmares made manifest. Faces twisted by guilt. Memories stained by wounds. Traumas long buried clawing their way into the shared dream. Sophia stepped forward. “No — not like this.” The nightmares surged, not malicious, but desperate — the unprocessed pain of billions seeking release all at once.

Exhausted and frustrated, she finally decided to get some rest, hoping that sleep would bring clarity. That night, she was plagued by unsettling dreams. The shadowy realm of Nyxterra reappeared in her sleep, its endless twilight sky and eerie silence wrapping around her like a shroud. In the dream, she wandered through the desolate landscape, calling out for Elias, but the shadows swallowed her voice, leaving her isolated and lost.