Dream Breaker Novels & Stories

She broke off, sobbing into her hands. Dominic clenched his fists at his sides, his nails biting into his palms. The sight of her broken and battered filled him with a rage he couldn’t place—at the men who’d done this, at himself for putting her in harm’s way, and at the entire situation as he saw his life spiral out of control. A soft knock on the door interrupted the moment, and a doctor entered, her expression sad. “Mr. Hale, Mrs. Hale, I’m sorry, but I must speak with my patient.

But it had ended all too quickly for my liking and I don’t know what to think about this new boy Cooper. While I had been unconscious I had had a dream about a boy that looks exactly the same as Cooper, and in that dream he had been trying to kill Natalie and in the end I had killed Cooper, just as he went to kill Natalie. I wonder what this means? Is someone manipulating me? I don’t know but whatever it was I would have to forget about it and move on.

"Because if I lose, you lose. The Council keeps you in a machine. If I destroy the Council, I destroy your prison. You'll finally be free." Silence. Then, softer: You're serious. "I'm always serious." --- That night, I prepared for the trial. Not with blades—with meditation. I sat in the center of our camp, eyes closed, breathing. The Shepherd's voice was quiet. The Breaker relies on strength. He doesn't think. He doesn't plan. He just attacks. How do I beat him? You can't. Not with strength. You have to outthink him. Tire him out. Make him angry. He makes mistakes when he's angry.

Brandon Kim’s last statement, but he kept a straight face, acting as if he wasn’t interested. “Remember this, Skylar. Your bond cannot be broken at will. You and your partner are permanently bound. The only way to break that bond is through death. This is clearly different from the typical concept of an Alpha and Omega fated pair because you are not an Alpha. Anyway, I’m done talking to you. I have to get back to work. Rest now." Dr. Brandon Kim walked out of Skylar’s room, shaking his head. Just before he disappeared behind the door, Skylar faintly heard him mutter.

I was surprised she did not wake up from me suddenly bringing her to me. “She may get mad at me telling you this but I think you should know the nightmares they happen every night. Maybe they aren’t all nightmares. I heard them refer to another female as Luna, maybe you aren’t through hurting her yet.” I grow escapes my throat but Chris continues like it never happened. “One of us usually tries to be in the room if we can. We attempt to restrain her, her nightmares vary between reliving what happened to her but always end in the same way her screaming and attacking herself. I never understood her reaction like that not until I heard you killed her now I understand that is how she died. There

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

I have a huge smile on my face completely unaware of what's about to happen. "Okay, I Heather Black, Gamma's daughter, reject Allistar Macken as my mate." She doesn't even flinch as she rips my soul apart. She even has a smile on her face. All I can feel is the burning in my heart where the bond is trying to sever. God it feels like there's fire burning through my veins and all my bones are breaking at the same time. This pain is unbearable. I never in a million years thought being rejected was a possibility. People are rarely rejected because we all know how precious the gift of a mate is.

Or maybe a missing tooth, a bruised face, a broken nose, a broken jaw. Or maybe just enough damage to remind him that certain words were better left unspoken. Wild imaginations ran through my head as I slowly let out a quiet laugh, my fingers flexing slightly on the handle as I kept riding forward. Now, there were two people on my black list. The red–haired and the anonymous bastard. He had dared to send Aaron a note and drag him into whatever sick game he was playing. My eyes narrowed slightly beneath the helmet. I wasn’t going to let that slide.

I say again, louder this time. My reflection disagrees. I can see it in my own eyes—the truth I'm trying to bury. I didn't do the right thing. I did the safe thing. The selfish thing. The cowardly thing. My fist connects with the mirror before I realize I'm moving. Glass explodes. Pain radiates up my arm, sharp and immediate. Blood wells from cuts across my knuckles, dripping into the sink. I stare at the blood spreading across white porcelain. "This is nothing," I whisper to the shattered reflection. "Nothing compared to what I did to her."

The Mirror of Nothing Inside the shadow of the Breaker, Kael stood on the deck. He saw a version of himself that had died during the first Reset. He saw a version where he was still the Architect of the United Cities. "I... AM... THE... FINAL... TRUTH," the Void-Breaker hummed, a sound that felt like sandpaper on the soul. "ALL... STORIES... MUST... END... IN... THE... BLANK."