Dream Books Online Novels & Stories

The dream becomes a bridge, connecting them to a shared purpose a destiny entwined with the Enchanted Realm's fate. With each piece of the puzzle they uncover, the vision grows clearer, each fragment serving as a guidepost leading them to a future where their paths will inevitably converge. The dream's enchantment is no longer a mere curiosity; it's a beacon that beckons them towards a realm of magic and mystery, a world where courage is tested, alliances are forged, and the threads of fate are woven into an intricate tapestry.

She mumbled something about the incompetence of men under her breath before she began. “I suppose the best place for me to start explaining is at the beginning. You see, King Hypnos’s parents, Erebus and Nyx – the deities of darkness and night – created a land for their son to dwell in. It was a place where he could interact with mortals’ consciousness without ever having to leave the safety of his home. This land is called the Dreamlands and Hypnos’s palace sits in the centre of it. Within the Dreamlands are the Dreamscapes. There are two of them; one where mortals dream and one where immortals dream. Anyone who lives in the Dreamlands can enter into the Dreamscapes of mortals, thus enterin

I woke panting and out of breath, my hair sticking to my forehead and cheek. My steamy dreams always left me this way, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. In my dreams I was strong, confident, and sexy—and adored by my men. I was none of those things in real life: I always second-guessed my decisions, and my long hair was plain Jane brown. I had strange eyes that seemed to unnerve people. They were a bright shade of green, and there was a ring of yellow around my pupils. I was not adored by anyone in real life. My mother beat me throughout my childhood, and my father left with my twin sister just after we turned five.

"What can I do for ye young man?" "I need this Fantasy book 'Legend of a Dark Morth' by VIC NOVELLA, I wanted to find out if it has been published" "Errr, I uhm.... Need to check my collection" The old book keeper, Dressed in a tick rain coat with Fluffy edges stood on his feet and slipped behind the desk to sit. Riffling through the long dark book and peeking at it through his spectacles. "I think the first published set has been exhausted and out of the market for the meantime, but I think I have few left over copies here" he uttered wetting the tip of his index finger with saliva.

He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could actually do the things he wanted to her. The things they dreamed about. He had studied things purposely to please his mate, along with his brother of course. Ife sat in history class distracted by her thoughts until the subject spoke of Alpha Princess Fallon from the past. This was the same person the school was named after. The more she learnt of her the weirder her dreams became, almost like she was living out her life. The most cruel one was of the little girl snatching her heart out of her chest. On the last day, everything made sense!

She asked with a grin in his direction. "Better," he laughed. One time he had helped her in arranging the entire library with his magick. She was impressed. "Mama Bora, you look as beautiful as ever. I - I have a favor to ask." When he stopped, she waved her spongy, withered hands at him in a gesture to go on, "We are doing a project about local lore, myths and legends. Do you have any book suggestions on it? Especially something that talks about with nightmares or dreams?" He sounded too vague even to himself, but Mama Bora's eyes became dazed for a second and then clearer as she nodded to herself. "Also one about shapeshifters."

He was also the reason why his friends died. The story Teacher Rory told us was a written lie she had read in a book. Every fairy tale has its own dark lore. I . . . don’t know why I knew all of this. Everything just popped up in my mind in the middle of the night, and I really feel that I saw all of those. Perhaps this was just an illusion or a peculiar vision the heavens bestowed upon me. I don’t know.

“Do you even read? A dream trace is a sediment of the dreams you have had. You may think you forget you dreams but the brain stores them somewhere for you and it comes back as déjà vu. Things you think you have seen before are just dreams you have dreamed and not remembered.” “How does that have to do with this?” “Some of their witches and dream walkers, Darius. They move from dreams to dreams, old or new and if they so much as sense that you talked about them? They will come for you because they do not like anyone fucking with their plans.”

Davina pulls out her laptop from under her bed turning it on. Almost all of the webpages about dreams and their meaning are also forums about alternative medicine. The only thing we can find is a word here and there from people who have put up stories about their own dreams in debates and others telling them what it means. After 1 1/2 hours looking around on several sites we give up on finding a place that can give us a straight answer and Davina shut the laptop down. "Okay, what do we have ?"

Damien explained and hung his arm over Jade's stomach. “I tried to home medicate on my own because there were no pharmacies open by that time. But night came and I couldn't sleep. I heard wolves howling from far off. Like hypnotism, I left home again and followed the sounds till it landed me in a forest and I saw many others like me.” He continued his explanation but Jade was getting scared now. Had she just made a mistake? He heard her thought but decided to ignore it for the moment and carry on with his narration.