Propheticdreams Stories

Katsuki Bakugo has had the same goal his entire life: to be the number one hero. About ten years ago, at the tender age of 5, he was given a second goal: to find Izuku Midoriya. No matter how many heroes fail at the task, or how many people tell him it's unreasonable to expect to find Izuku alive, or the death date on the gravestone with nothing beneath it, he knows he's right. He knows his best friend is still out there, still alive, still waiting. ******** Somewhere deep in the underground, the League of Villains is scrounging together forces. Misery, one of the current most prolific, unidentified villains in the underground, supposed second hand of the League, has an exciting year planned. Unfortunately, the year has even more exciting things planned for him. ~Disclaimers: The characters and general plot line events of My Hero Academia are not mine. I was simply inspired. ~cover art is mine

"Some truths wait in silence. Others awaken when you're finally ready to see." Satori's never asked to stand out just to be seen. But years of moving, missing pieces, and quiet disappointment have taught her to keep her head down and her heart gaurded. When she steps into a new school, she expects more of the same. What she finds instead is a place that feels.....off. Whispers she can't quite explain. Glances that linger too long. And a feeling deep inside her bones that something is waking up inside her; something she was never meant to forget.

Name: Vespera Nocturna Black Age: 11 (First Year, Hogwarts - 1975-76) House: Gryffindor Blood Status: Pure-blood Wand: Ebony wood, unicorn hair core, 11 ¾ inches -Quietly powerful Family Ties: Youngest child of Walburga and Orion Black Nicknames: Ves (by Sirius), Vesper (by Regulus) Vespera Nocturna Black is the kind of child the Noble House of Black pretends never existed. Born beneath the shadow of the Winter Solstice, she was raised on silence, scripture, and the sharp sting of expectation. Vespera was always the quiet one - observant, bookish, clever in ways her family didn't value. She was meant to be obedient. Pure. Proud. A perfect Black. But then came the sorting. When the hat called out Gryffindor, it was as if the walls of Grimmauld Place cracked around her. First came the cold fury of her mother. Then, worse - the punishment from her father, Orion Black, a man who rarely raised his voice but made silence a weapon sharper than any curse. From that day on, he never looked at her again. No words. No nods. Just air where a father used to stand. To the world, Vespera became the second disgrace - following Sirius down a path of betrayal. But unlike her brother, she didn't run. She stayed. She watched. She learned. And beneath her silence, something ancient stirred: dreams that feel like warnings, visions no one else sees. She is not her family's pride. She is their prophecy. And the next war is coming - whether they believe her or not.

stuff I learned and is learning about dreaming dreaming is Brilliant insight to unconscious mind it would be good if you are aware about it

Beneath the surface of a top London university, an ancient society known as The Seechers, operate. They protect the world's biggest secret. A hidden gateway to the subconscious world. New philosophy student, Aris Fletcher, stumbles into the unimaginable world of The Seechers; as his bizarre dreams, present disturbing glimpses into the future.

Nagatoro got into difficult situation in her relation ships with her "Senpai" and decide to move on leaving something that belongs to past, should be in past. At the same time as Naoto Hachioji tries to capture it in his paintings. From Haters to Lovers or story has been changed?

Firestar has just appointed Brambleclaw as deputy of ThunderClan, but Leafpool has her suspicions. Can she trust him? Cover by Mistycreek

My phrophetic dreams and what the mean to me given to me by the universe and what you can take from them hopefully them same as me that you will learn to except eachother as is and try not harm eachother. This has been endowed to me from my birth mom and her family the Mustafa or the chose in ones in Arabic. I become pprophetic at age 30. If you are judge mental or deeply religious Then I suggest you find another book. If your white supremist then you can damn well read this.

正夢 (masayume) - "a dream that comes true" - Saber has reoccurring nightmares about a tragedy that has yet to be. Unrequited Saber/Guinevere with a little tiny bit of Saber/Iri at the end.

"There's a prison for fallen gods... and one of them just escaped." That's how the story was supposed to start. But Micah Key doesn't remember being a god. A quiet student at UNC with no real history, Micah lives on the edge of invisibility-no high school record, no memories before age thirteen, and strange gaps in how the world responds to him. But when a door that shouldn't exist opens into a place that defies logic-a place between broken dimensions and forgotten time-Micah stumbles into the impossible: a prison for gods long erased from reality. And someone... escapes. Him. Plagued by visions that feel like memories, pulled toward places he shouldn't know, and haunted by the whispers of beings that claim to have served, fought, or betrayed him, Micah begins to unravel the truth: He is not just a boy. He is not just human. He is Allevin-the god of origin, perception, and the in-between-sealed away by forces too ancient to name, forgotten by everyone, including himself. But something has awakened him. And now, gods are stirring. The world is cracking. And nothing-including Micah himself-will ever be the same. A choice was made, long ago, to erase what should have been remembered. But now, as everything unravels, he must face what was lost-and decide if he's ready to reclaim it. Similar to Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, Solo Leveling, The Beginning After the End, Bastard (by Carnby Kim), Tower of God, The World After the Fall, Dies Irae, Tsukihime, Kara no Kyōkai, Erased, Fate/Stay Night, Bleach, The First Hunter.

From the moment I was born, fear and trauma followed me like shadows. My father's fists were thunder, his guns were weapons of constant threat, and my mother's fear became my first language. Sent away to Boston at five, I watched my grandfather fade under bone marrow cancer while my body trembled from anxiety - tremors no one understood. My grandmother turned homes into prisons, forcing us to scrub floors on our knees, write the Bible from front to back, and endure punishments for mistakes our trembling bodies made. I was hit, split open by a mop, threatened with guns, and shamed for prophetic dreams. Even in dreams, my grandfather returned to guide me, only to be met with anger from those around me. This story is raw. It is unflinching. It is my blood, my tears, my memory. It is the beginning of a life lived through bruises, threats, fear, and the tremors of a child learning to survive.

Harmony Bay Anderson leads a horrible life with her sweet mother who turned evil for ten years, until she leaves the house after a fight with her mother. Later on in the story she suffers from prophetic dreams, which are worse than nightmares, which came true on the next day. The curious Harmony wants to know about what was going on and discovers something crazy about her family and her ancestors.

Aquarius Adama doesn't speak unless spoken to. A quiet, soft-spoken librarian in Memphis, she lives surrounded by silence, shadows, and her mother's ghost-gone five years to the day. But something is shifting in Memphis. Billionaires are circling. The sky is drawing symbols no one can explain. And the ground beneath her feet hums with something ancient-something buried. Then come the dreams. Voices in a language she shouldn't know. A woman in gold, whispering her name. When a mysterious envelope leads her to a land deed tied to the Memphis Massacre, Aquarius discovers she's part of a legacy older than the country itself. One hidden in plain sight. Because Memphis, Tennessee, isn't named after Egypt. It is Egypt. And the land is remembering.

After thousands of years of trying to stop the cubes, Nyx has had no success. However, when they are met in a dream with an prophecy, everything just might change.

This is a collection of stories gleaned from dreams, prophetic dreams. I will not be asked questions.

When a cryptic reoccurring dream from Aeryn's past returns, she is faced with a choice that could determine not only her future, but the futures of three other people. "Aeryn found herself floating in a cement tunnel with a bright white light at each end, unable to control the direction she was floating in, but able to move her limbs freely. The blonde blinked a few times, before another figure came into view, floating towards her. It was fuzzy at first, but gradually grew clearer. As she blinked again, trying to get a good look at him, she felt herself slamming to the ground. When she looked down, expecting the floor of the tunnel, she instead saw the dim essence of rainbow colors in a puddle of black sludge. She couldn't see her reflection in it, no matter how hard she squinted-but she did, however, see someone else's. He had dark skin and brightly colored eyes, but the exact shade was indiscernible through the slimy oil. She could just barely make out a light mark on the bridge of his nose. It looked like a small white claw scratch. She got closer to the oil as small lighter freckles caught her eye, but before she could get a good view of them, she felt herself sinking down." **I do not own any of the photography in this, except for: The chapter two image.

"You're lying to me" Sol said. His tall frame leaned over me, his jaw sporadically clenching and unclenching. His eyes searched mine for answers. "I'm not" I shrunk away from him, and into the wall behind me. I looked down, not able to say what wasn't the truth to his face. "YOU ARE!" He slammed his fist into the wall behind me, I flinched and shut my eyes, as if he had hit me. His silver irises flashed with anger. Sol's free hand grasped my jaw and forced me to look up at his normally happy, smiling face now twisted into a snarl. "What did you do?" his fingers pressed into my skin harder. I whimpered, and he let go. "Sorry.." he mumbled gruffly and hid his hands in his pockets again. I rubbed the underside of my jaw before answering. "I-I killed Peter, and then I heard her voice again, and she told me to go back... Then I woke up and I did it again, the whole day, but this time I d-didn't kill him. I'm s-so sorry." Sol's face blanched, his eyes wide. He took a step back from me, "She's in your head?" I nodded, looking down again. Sol took another step back, "So that was you that I felt yesterday..." His eyes clouded over, he looked down. "But I didn't know you killed..." he looked back up at me, "I have to go," then his face stretched into a pained, fake grin "See ya later kid". After he turned the corner, I sunk to the floor, holding my head in my hands. Did I just loose my one true friend? "What have I done?" I felt tears running down my cheeks. I reached up to wipe them away and brought my hand in front of my face. My fingers were stained black. An echoing giggle filled my skull. She was back.

A child will come with power untold To rescue a friend from a prison of gold Yet lose to the god who does not tire And burn it all in unreal fire One to die in a room without walls The last to stand against it all --------- -:x:- --------- Have you ever wondered what would happen if a demigod fell in love with an Olympian god and they had a child? A child that is 25% human and 75% god? Well, if you have, this answers your question. This is my story. The story of Ophelia Anne Coulmay, daughter of Athena and a Demigod of Hecate.

My story is a scientific investigation where I, through my personal real-life experience, reveal how it is feasible to watch movies while dreaming. The story explores what scientific hypotheses could make watching a movie while sleeping possible and explains the principle of how the mind chooses a film for dreaming. It offers insights into the mysterious workings of the sleeping brain and delves into the deep connection between dreams and movies, examining the influence of films on our sleeping experiences. This story provides a new perspective on the intersection of neuroscience and cinema. It is perfect for readers curious about the science of dreams and the mysteries of the human mind. Discover the secrets behind your dreams and unlock the potential of your sleeping subconscious with this intriguing and mind-opening read.

In this story, everyone pays for their luck. The richer the person - the more good luck he has, but maybe someone wants to break this contract with the devil himself?