Dark Dream Precure Novels & Stories

mira muttered, her eyes filled with dread. “premature awakening?” I repeated, “it seems you know much about this.” “yes I do, but—” she paused, looking at me weirdly. “But what?” I raised a brick, then my eyes went down on my body, checking to see what she was looking” “How are you still strong?” she asked, confusion in her eyes. “What do you mean?” my eyes narrowed. More confused than she was. “premature awakening. Is a wicked act, where your brain is invaded and then your powers are triggered by an artificial manipulated dream.” she explained, the shock still registered on her face.

When I dream, I see Carnelia waiting for me, wanting me, calling from the other side of a long, dark tunnel. "Primus," she cries, praying for me to return. "I need you. Please, don't die." With a snap, I wake to a cold room, the sound of snores and whimpers blending with the crash of waves. My body, bruised, battered, and singed, burns where cold hands touch me, my flesh unable to make scales to protect me from pain. Blinking up, a drake made of darkness hovers over me, his body outlined in blue as it drains away the fire from the net trapping me.

Kenzo and Yara returns to their house after attending Organo's grand opening. They come inside and see Dream sitting on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her. "Sweety..." Yara worriedly asked her niece. "Mom, I'm cold." Dream said then lays her head on Yara's lap when she sits beside her. Yara touches Dream's forehead. "My god, Ken, she's burning." Yara said. "Let's bring her to the hospital." Kenzo said and immediately carries his daughter.

Akira replied, then down from the guardrail and stood in front of Lee Umji. "It must have been quite a while after waking out of the coma, before she came here, right?" Lee Umji guess thought of something. Akira nodded slowly. "How do you know?" Lee Umji took a deep breath. "I think Kim Hana wrote the Daydream script like a will. But before finishing it, my body fell back into a coma."

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

The next morning, the phantom heat of Caden's lips still clung to mine, a bitter memory that made my stomach churn. He'd told me to be at the mansion before school, and I couldn't argue. Mom had already left for work. I quickly got Jasper ready for Mrs. Ani's house, trying to act normal. "You look sleepy, Maeve," Jasper said, yawning himself as he pulled on his shoes. "Just had a bad dream," I mumbled, ruffling his hair. He was too young to understand any of this. Too innocent. I had to keep it that way.

Maera The night was short. I kept having these dreams. Ever since I touched Lord Fenrik’s shoulder, something in me changed. I kept seeing blood. A knife. And Lord Korran is lying on the floor. Then I would wake up just to go back to the same dream. The last one had awakened me to a fully bright day. “Goddess! Am I going crazy,” I said to myself. My head pounded. My throat felt sore. I touched where he had wrapped his hand and wrinkled at the discomfort.

he said, "you will face a test. Together, you will enter the realm of dreams, where you must confront the shadows within yourselves. Only by embracing both your light and darkness can you truly harness the amulet's power." With a simple incantation, Master Dutachi guided them into a deep trance. They found themselves in a dreamscape, a surreal realm where their innermost fears and doubts took shape. Elira faced the specters of self-doubt and inadequacy, while Asher grappled with the shadows of his past mistakes.