Dreams are peaceful but what is a nightmare? One pup can change the idea from dreams to nightmare.

Edward only has dreams that predict the future. Most of the time, the dreams are fairly normal, if weird. But one night, he has a nightmare. A horrible, terrifying nightmare.

Young man grows up and husblove was horrible he decided to end it when he dies he comes back and seeks to achieve his dreams with this second chance

Amelia, a normal high school girl about to go to college wants to forget her past life. All the pain she's suffered, she wants to run away from it. So decides to start a new life so she can live happily. Things go smooth with her roommate and high school is easy for her as well. Until she sees a strange girl who seems to know everything about Amelia about her life she has lived. 

Running away from her past was successful but it all comes back through her dreams. Amelia is recalling all of the horrible the things she wants to forget. But she is incapable of controlling all of it. She can't run away from her dreams and struggle against all of it.

Read this novel to find out how Amelia can prevent all of this and what is the secret behind the truth, and where the mystery lies

Yuri An felt depressed. She needed to take a break. She thought to herself,
"Once in my life, everything was fine, but a man ...
... one man. He's that bad, that terrible guy.
Because of you, I couldn't graduate from that prestigious university."
Yuri An came back to her senses. Her mind suddenly clicked something. She dreamt of man. That man, that horrible horrible man!
"Oh my God, I dreamt of you! You always seduce me in my dreams. You always haunt my dreams"
She couldn't help but get depressed.
"My only salvation in life was to built a career, I couldn't even try. "
She looked down on herself as she said, "Now, I am a high school graduate who is a florist."
She remembered the man who stole her dream from her, who is now seducing her in dreams.

Lu Bingwen is a serious businessman who has got no time for love after being left heartbroken by his former lover. His hard work and dedication to prosperity made him successful, despite the Lu Family being one of the most powerful families in the society. One day, love came knocking on his door. In an important press conference, a girl confidentially walked up to the stage and canoodle with him in front of national media. 

Lu Bingwen saw this as perfect opportunity to get even with his ex who is marrying soon. He created a beneficial situation for both of them by proposing a 2 month engagement contract in return of her scholarship. Yuri An rejected this man's offer, but she soon finds herself in changing circumstances, in which she agreed to sign the contract. While pretending to be engaged, Lu Bingwen and Yuri An begin an ardent, and a difficult relationship that will make one forget all that they know is right. Because love is hard. 

Will they fall in love? Will love bloom between them or will something else happen?

"Mother,mother, how could you leave me?You have been the brave wife of the Monarch but why did you leave me? why? They all say you had a dalliance with another man ? I do not believe it , I , Monarch of Roman empire refuse that your character were not as they represent."
    When Leroi  woke up he could hardly remember what he dreamed except the tears on his face.The tears on his face told him he must have had a horrible dream otherwise he , a man who had learnt not to cry even in dire situation  would not have cried.
   He sometimes had dreams like this very horrible but he never cared because he had so much work he could not waste time on dreams of unconscious,he had real dreams on which he was working.
    He got ready after a long shower and went downstairs for breakfast. His father mr.Roy Kinsella and mother mrs.Jessica Kinsella greeted him.
   'When have you decided to get married?'he was fed up with this question everyday his father asked him this question whenever he saw him.
   'Dad,why do you want me to get married? he asked 
  .'I wanna see small children in my house.'
    'Then why don't you go to orphanage there are children and children.Just don't.scare them,they are kids.'
   'I want my family's child but I don't have problem adopting some.'
   'Then produced yourself.'
   The time the sentence launched from his mouth his legs fleet .
   'I am a child and they want a child of their own, they really want me to do that' Leroi muttered as his car sped off in his car to his company . Company was one of his burden he was given when he had chosen being vice president than getting married.


     Royal Moon villa
     In brightly lit room a lady in a  shorf red dress with a cream dress claded lady stood together .
    'I want you to have a child.I want an heir thus you must marry.'the lady in a cream dress said with authority.

   'Mother,I am married.' Eric said with nanchalance like what they said was all useless.
   'But,your wife has died. So you are not married but a widower and for a child you must marry.'mrs.Nia Night ,Eric's mothet explained.
    'Who told you she died,she has woken up .'he replied in an even tone .

Sophia dies without doing the things.
She needs to compleate her story which started ages ago.
 
Eric Night has everything in his life but suddely his life changes when Sophia enteres in his life.

Leroi Kinsella thinks that he is just not from this world which makes him detached from his family.But he doesn't know he is actually someone special.


What happenes when they all weave their stories with eachother.

Severus Snape heard a scream and rolled over in bed; the clock read 2:48AM. "Damn those ghosts," he said out loud as he rolled back over. He heard another scream, but paid no attention, he knew if the ghost who was making this racket didn't get any attention it would stop. "MOMMY!" This scream made him sit straight up in bed. "MOMMY!" He quickly put on his robe and ran towards the screams; they were coming from Tirza's room. "MOMMY!" Snape ran to her; she was sitting up, knees pulled up to her chest, ghostly pale, shaking and crying. "Tirza, what is wrong?" "MOMMY!" she screamed.
Snape picked her up and held her close. "Tirza, tell me what is wrong?" She started fighting to be released. "Let me go! I want my mommy!" He rubbed her back. "Father is here," he told her softly. "Daddy, the dreams! The dreams!" Tirza started sobbing hysterically. "They're back, make them go away!" Snape rocked her back and forth. "Tell me Tirza, what are the dreams?" She buried her face in his shoulder, soaking his robe with her tears. "The bad ones, make them go away, please!" "What happens in the dreams?" Tirza vigorously shook her head. "Can't tell you, it's too bad, you'll hate me forever and forever." Snape was surprised at how easily the instincts to comfort came to him. "Honey, I won't be mad, I promise. But I need you to tell me."

OKAY ALL, HERE'S THE WARNING. TIRZA IS ABOUT TO TELL SNAPE THAT SHE WAS MOLESTED EIGHT MONTHS AGO. I AM NOT GOING TO GO INTO ANY REAL DETAILS, IT IS JUST IMPLIED. BUT IF ANYTHING OF THIS NATURE WILL OFFEND YOU, DON'T READ. IT'S NOT BAD THOUGH, BUT THOUGHT I HAD BETTER WARN EVERYONE.

"It's the bad ones, I can feel it again. Make it stop!" Snape stroked her hair. "Tell me more, honey." "When he did bad things to me daddy. The dreams come and I see it again and I can feel it again," she whispered. Snape felt his blood grow cold, his heart barely beating. "What bad things?" Tirza started to hiccup. "Grown up things, things not for little girls, mommy said, but he did!" She buried her face in his chest. His heart stopped. 'My god,' he thought. "So mommy put you in karate class?" She nodded. "That's why there can't be happily ever after?" She nodded, lifting her pale face with tears running down. "I need my bag. Pink bag with medicine."

Snape remembered the bag from when she had her allergic reaction. With her still in his arms, he grabbed it from his desk and then sat again on the bed. Tirza's hands were shaking as she reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle. She opened it and took out a small blue pill and swallowed it. "Daddy, I'm scared." Snape kissed her head. "Don't be scared, I will protect you." A few minutes later, the shaking stopped and some color returned to her cheeks.

Snape sat and held her for nearly an hour as she cried and told him the terrible story of how it happened and how the dreams plagued her, making her relive the terrifying experience. Her crying subsided and she started to yawn. "Do you want to try and sleep again?" he softly asked. "No!" she shouted. "I'm never ever ever gonna sleep again!" Snape suddenly had an idea. "What if I gave you a medicine that will help you sleep and not have any dreams? It is a special wizard medicine that takes away all dreams, even bad ones." Tirza eyed him suspiciously. "Are you sure I won't have dreams?" "I promise." She thought for a moment, and then nodded. "Only if you stay with me until I fall asleep, okay?" "Of course." Snape kissed her forehead and, still holding her, went to find the Dreamless Sleep Potion. Before giving it to her, he bewitched it to taste like chocolate. She drank it quickly. "Wow, that's good." nape carried her back to her room and tucked her in; he sat next to her and with one hand held hers, the other stroking her hair. Her eyes quickly began to droop. "I love you daddy," she whispered before falling a sleep.

Snape felt angrier than he had ever felt in his life. How could some horrible boy do this to HIS daughter while she was on a fieldtrip? Who could do that to any child? He wanted to throw up as he thought of what Tirza must be going through. He also thought of every horrible curse he could use against the bastard that did this. Of course he didn't know who it was or how to calm down. 'Well,' he thought. 'If I can talk to anyone about this, it's Dumbledore.' He quickly apparated outside the headmaster's chambers and banged on the door. The tired old wizard look surprised to see an angry Severus at his door at almost four in the morning. "I need to talk to you, in my quarters. It is urgent." Dumbledore nodded and both wizards apparated into Snape's sitting room.

Chapter one
The Call of Destiny
New Delhi, India. 1997

It was a crisp Friday afternoon and the sounds of clapping and whistling coming from the auditorium meant people were fully enjoying the matinee show. Action movies were the flavor of the decade and an India-Pakistan war movie with a stellar star-cast was a sure-shot recipe for success. The movie was nearing its climax when thick smoke started gushing into the auditorium through the gates and air conditioning ducts. Smoke rapidly filled the auditorium as people started suffocating. The electricity tripped and auditorium was immersed in complete darkness. A complete pandemonium broke out as people started running here and there. There were no emergency lights to guide the people in the pitch darkness as they rushed towards the exits. Narrow gangways blocked a swift evacuation which resulted in a stampede. Men were shouting, women were screaming, and kids were wailing. A young girl, aged three to four years was trying to escape with her mother when she was consumed by the stampede. Her shrieks echoed around the auditorium, and inside Vikram's brain as he screamed and woke up from his nightmare.
It was the latest addition to the series of those horrible nightmares which he lived every other night. Every time, there was some new tragedy, varied scenes of pain and suffering, almost always resulting in horrible deaths. Accidents, calamities and death, that was all that his dreams consisted of. Slowly his life was becoming the same, a never ending tale of wretchedness.
Though these dreams, as his grandpa always insisted, were just nightmares, they felt so real that he couldn't shrug them off. Each of these nightmares would haunt him for several nights on a trot. Then during daytime, he would keep thinking of it, replaying it again and again in his mind, trying to get some answers, trying to find a meaning behind it, until it stopped for a few nights. It would then be replaced by a completely new nightmare and kick-start the whole process again . It looked like an unending cycle of misery, a jinx on his happiness, a curse on his life. Gradually it had started to take its toll on him. Slowly he was slipping into depression.
The next morning, he told his grandpa about his latest nightmare.
"Nightmares are nightmares," said Arvind to his grandson for what seemed like a millionth time, "you don't waste your time thinking about them."
"Since last five years I am seeing these gruesome scenes. You told me that as I grow up, these nightmares will stop. All that has happened is that they have become more vivid and detailed. It feels as if I am part of it. I just don't see them anymore, I live them."
"Stop thinking about them and they will stop haunting you," suggested Arvind.
"Same old answers. Same old suggestions. But they don't help," said a visibly agitated Vikram.
Sensing that there is no more logic in continuing this discussion, Vikram took a newspaper to read. His grandpa swiftly snatched it away from him, "all this news-papers will do is make you feel more miserable and depressed. You already have enough on your mind, and you are better off without this".
Vikram agreed that he was better off without any more tensions. Arvind had methodically kept his grandson away from newspapers and news channels, arguing that they were sorrow-mongers who fed on misery and distress, and it was always better to avoid them. Only time Vikram could lay hand on a newspaper was in evening after Arvind had thoroughly scanned the newspapers and made sure no unwanted news reached his eyes. 
With such drastic measures, Arvind was able to shield Vikram from the truth. But with Vikram's increasing age and curiosity, and the rapidly growing influence of media, this was proving to be a mighty difficult task for him. Destiny was catching up with Vikram and soon his life was about to take a drastic turn.
A few days later, after the college was over Amit, Vikram's closest friend, his childhood buddy, and the person with whom he shared everything, asked Vikram to come to his house for a couple of hours. Apart from Vikram's grandpa only Amit knew about his nightmares.
Vikram often visited Amit's house after college and this was nothing new. But today Amit looked a little shaken. He didn't tell Vikram anything until they reached his house. Once inside the house, Amit gave Vikram a concerned look and said, "I want you to have a look at this."
 Amit turned on the television. He tuned to a news channel and the bold letters on the screen read;
Fire inside Upkar Cinema kills 59, more than a hundred injured.
A Correspondent was reading the news.
A fire broke out in the auditorium of Upkar cinema. Early investigations reveal that fire was caused due to a leakage in transformer oil. As per the testimonies of the survivors, smoke started gushing into the auditorium around five o clock. Due to no emergency lights, people were trapped in pitch darkness. Narrow gangways and very few exits resulted in stampede. Many people who weren't able to rush towards exits suffocated and collapsed.
As the correspondent read on the news Vikram saw the images of the wreckage on screen and remembered every minute details of his nightmare. Now he was convinced that his nightmares weren't just dreams. They were something more.
Amit put a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "A few days ago, you told me about your latest nightmare. Today, in the morning at breakfast table I saw this news. I knew you are not allowed to watch news at your house. I assumed you wouldn't know about this. That is why I brought you to my house. So that you can see this for yourself." 
Amit showed him the newspaper, "it is everywhere in the newspaper as well, but your grandpa wouldn't let you know. There is something he is hiding. There is something which he knows, but doesn't want you to know. It is time to face your grandpa and ask him the truth." 
Vikram grabbed the newspaper and rushed towards his house to confront his grandpa. It was now time to know the truth.
Arvind was in the living room, sipping his afternoon tea, when Vikram entered the house.
"Hi grandpa. Sipping your tea without reading the newspaper. Where is the newspaper?"
"The paperboy bunked today. He has become very lousy recently."
"No problem grandpa, I have grabbed a copy for you today." 
Vikram put down the copy of newspaper on the table. Its bold headlines read,
Fire inside Upkar Cinema kills 59, more than a hundred injured.
Arvind hung back his head and closed his eyes. There was no running away from the truth now.
"It is time grandpa for you to answer my questions"
"Okay. Tell me what you want to hear?" asked an agitated Arvind.
"I want to hear the truth about my nightmares. What do you know about them?"
 "Well, I know that your dreams are not just dreams, they are Visions, or as some people call it, premonitions. You can see what will happen in the near future."
"And still for all these years you insisted that they were just dreams! You hid the truth from me?"
"Yes, I hid the truth because I care for you. Because your knowing the truth will only make matters worse for you. Seeing these horrible scenes and thinking that they are just nightmares is far easier than knowing that what you are seeing is a reality about to happen."
"Surely, if I know what is about to happen in future, I can do something. I can help people. I can warn people of the impending disaster and save lives"
"You can do nothing. You cannot change the destiny. What you see will happen and nothing you do can stop it. It is a curse to be a spectator to these horrible events and it would be better for you if you prepare yourself to live with this curse."
"If I know that something bad is going to happen why can't I alert people. Why can't I warn them and avert tragedies?"
"Tell me how will you do that son? You just see the scenes, the accidents or the disasters, but you don't know when and where it will happen. You don't know the location. You don't know the time. You don't know the people. And even if you knew all that, will the people believe you? Will they believe in your so-called Visions and follow your orders? You can do nothing. The earlier you make peace with this fact, the better."
"It was clear in my dreams that there was going to be a massive fire in a movie theatre. If I would have alerted the authorities about it many lives could have been saved," retorted Vikram.
"There are hundreds of cinemas in Delhi. Did you know which cinema was going to catch fire. Were you even sure that the theatre you saw was in Delhi? Did you know the exact date of accident, as I believe you were having these visions for a week? Or did u know the cause of the fire? Do you think just because a teenage boy saw a burning auditorium in his dreams the authorities would have shut down hundreds of cinemas? Believe me son, there is nothing you could have done. It is unfortunate that you have to witness all these tragedies but that is your destiny and you have to live with it."
Vikram sat in silence trying to make sense of what his grandpa told him. Hundreds of ideas popped up in his mind to counter his grandpa's theory, but in the end, he had to accept the fact that what his grandpa told him made complete sense. He wasn't able to find a single logical way by which he could have averted this disaster.
Not able to find any loophole in his grandpa's logic, Vikram asked him the question which was nibbling away at his mind "Okay I understand I cannot do anything about these Visions, but you just answer my one question. Why me? Why do I have these Visions? Why do I have to live with all these scenes of misery and despair?"
Arvind put a comforting hand on his grandson's shoulder, "that is the same question a person dying from cancer or a mother with a stillborn child or a father at his young son's funeral, asks. Why me? Why I have to endure this misfortune? And the answer is, Destiny. A person has to face what is written in his destiny. This is your destiny and you can't help it."
Vikram had one last question for his grandpa "You seem to know a lot about these Visions. Tell me grandpa, how you know all this?"
Arvind sighed, and then almost choking with grief, said in a whisper "Because I knew someone else who had these Visions and I saw his life destroyed because of them." Arvind hugged Vikram tightly and broke down in tears, "please Vikram, forget about all this. These are just nightmares and they will go away with time. Please, I beg you."
Before Vikram could say anything else to his grandpa, he got up and rushed out of the room. If Vikram was a little confused before, this conversation had now left him utterly bewildered. It had left him with more questions than answers.
That night, again and again replaying the conversation with his grandpa in his mind, Vikram fell asleep. And then he had that dream. A dream which he had seen many times before, but this time he remembered the details. A mountainside resort with beautifully aligned cottages, people busy doing meditation, spectacular views of splendid valleys with huge mountains looming in background and a large sign board at the gate of a resort which read ARMATEUS.
When Vikram woke up the next morning, he had a feeling of déjà vu. Armateus, the word ringed a bell in his head. He had read it somewhere. He was thinking about it the whole day, when in the evening, while reading a travel magazine his eyes fell on a colorful ad.
Armateus. Ayurvedic healing resort. a place where dreams come true.
And then he remembered. He had read this ad many times before and every time his mind had lingered on to it more than usual. As if something within him wanted him to take note of this place. He carefully noted down the address. The resort was in Kasauli, a hill station lying in the laps of the magnificent Himalayas.
Vikram decided that it was time for a small holiday trip. Time to find some answers.
He immediately went to his grandpa and asked for his permission to go on a road trip with his friends to the Himalayas. Seeing that how disturbed Vikram was for last few days, Arvind thought a trip into the lap of the mother nature would be ideal for his grandson. Next day Vikram packed his bags and was on his way to Kasauli. 
On his way to find Armateus.
Finally, answering the Call of Destiny.
When Vikram arrived at the address given in the ad, he found a huge sign board over the main gate of the resort, which read.
Armateus. the city of Dreams.

A Tale of a lineage of superheroes, across different eras, bound by a curse and blessed with immense powers.
It all began due to a grave mistake made by Ocasius, King of the Blessed Empire of Armatea, one of the largest empires of a foregone era, which doomed his world and confined his descendants to the clutches of an Infinite curse. 
The curse, combined with the blessing of Phoebus, arms its Bearers with unimaginable powers. But these powers comes at a horrible price.
This story follows the journey of some of these Curse Bearers, as they become heroes, the Saviors for the people, but end up paying the heavy Price in Sacrifice.
In the contemporary world, these Bearers, based in India, Europe, the Arab world and China,follow the visions shown to them by the Obscures, to save people from doom. And while doing so, they try to strike a balance between using these extra-ordinary superpowers to save others and refraining from using these powers to protect themselves and their loved ones from the miseries.
This splendid tale about the call of duty, unimaginable powers, ultimate sacrifices and the twists of destiny is sure to leave its readers spellbound.
Embark on this ultimate journey, with these Bearers, the superheroes, the Saviors, as they tread the trecherous path of their destinies towards the End of Infinite.
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