Dream Chasers Tattoo Novels & Stories

I bent over the dead soldier, my heart heavy as I realized that the same tattoo adorned his neck as well. he design was unlike anything I had seen before, yet there was an unsettling familiarity about it, a memory tugging at the edges of my mind. The tattoo depicted a flying demon, its wings outstretched, eyes aglow with an otherworldly luminescence. The level of detail was astonishing, every line and curve capturing the essence of the creature in a way that was both mesmerizing and disconcerting. The artistry was undeniable, but there was an underlying malevolence that sent shivers down my spine.

“So there is a possibility that what Serena’s sees could actually happen?” My mother nodded. “Yes, however it seems as though she has the dreams in order to prevent the outcome taking place or to alert her of a specific situation.” “Like the dream of Nate.” I mentioned. “It was showing me he would soon play an important role in my life.” I studied Nate as I thought back to the recurring dream I had when I first joined the academy. I hadn’t known why at the time, but I’d always felt so connected to him. Every time I saw him stood under the blossom tree, it felt as though my soul reached out to him. In the dream, he even had Leia tattooed across the right side of his chest. I’d always wondered

“You’ll be okay soon. Try to relax. It’s okay.” In a daze, I trace my fingertips over the tattoos on his chest, studying them with hazy curiosity. My breathing slows, my heart rate calming. The sound of the hotel room’s ventilation is a distant hum in my ear, white noise that helps my mind settles. I tap Xander’s chest tattoo, the one in the shape of a dove over his heart. “What’s this one supposed to mean?” I ask, barely above a whisper. “To honor my mother,” he says. I’m surprised by his honesty.

Maybe I was imagining it, maybe I was fantasizing about him, so I quickly moved my eyes from the chest and bit my inner cheeks, hoping to wake up, but I didn't as he quickly ran to me and stopped me. “Sierra, you'll hurt yourself,” he said. I don't know how he realized what I was trying to do, but having him this close made me realize I wasn't dreaming at all. Damian was really here, and the tattoo was real, so my eyes quickly traveled to his chest, hoping I imagined the tattoo, but I was shocked to see that it was real. Now that I was close, I could see the black letters carefully. It was my name in capital letters, ‘SIERRA’.

I had a folder with all the entries for the tattoo ideas in it. "My favorites are these three." I mind-linked. She took out the top three and looked at them. The first one was a crescent moon with a swirling cloud thing behind it. The description was that we were called shadow pack, so it would make sense that we had a shadow of the moon to represent us. She then looked at the next one. It was two hands that looked to be made from shadows reaching for one another. Then she came to the last one.

Elise said softly. "Yeah." The silence between them felt thick. Damien cleared his throat. "We should focus. Tell us about this guy who's watching you." Elise sat down. She looked like she hadn't slept in days. "I only saw him twice. Always far away. Dark clothes. Hood up. But the second time I got a look at his neck." "The tattoo," Celeste said. "Some kind of symbol. A circle with lines going through it." Elise rubbed her fingers. "The weird element is i have been dreaming about that symbol considering that i used to be little. Way before I ever saw it for real."

I gasp when my breasts begin to feel oddly heavy and swollen, and my soft cotton panties are suddenly uncomfortable against my clit. Confused, I lift my gaze to meet his. And that is when it hits me. I know who he is. What the hell? I’ve done things to him in my dreams that have left me panting, sweaty, and on the edge of climax. I don’t know his name, but I’m sure I could identify every inch of his body without the clothes. He has a tribal tattoo on his biceps that extends to his shoulder—an intricate, mesmerizing design. It’s not possible. It can’t be. It had all been a dream, right?

There was a smile on my face and a feeling of joy in my heart that I’d never felt while I was awake. In my dream, I was free to do whatever I wanted to, including taking a closer look at his tattoos. I got lost, tracing the dragon that started at the small of his back, wrapped around one of his shoulders, across his neck, and down to his chest with its tongue of flames ending somewhere on his pec.

I gasped, slapping at his shoulder so we could return to the undressing part. Whimpering as if he didn’t want to stop feasting on me, he finally let my aching nipple pop free of his mouth. Then he smoothed his hands down my sides as if heading for my bottoms. But he paused at my side, his fingers drifting over my tattoo he’d just then discovered. “A dream catcher,” he murmured in awe, twisting around so he could see the rest of the tattoo that started on my back. Only a single feather from the dream catcher could be seen on the front. “Amazing.”

Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead and trickled down his temple, evidence of the intense fear that had gripped him during his sleep. Feeling suffocated, he instinctively reached for his T-shirt and hastily pulled it over his head, peeling away the fabric that seemed to hold the lingering horrors of his dream. As the cool air caressed his bare chest, he could feel a sense of relief washing over him. However, his attention was quickly drawn to a distinctive tattoo adorning his skin. Nestled inside a heart shape, the elegant and bold letter "A" stood out, etched permanently into his flesh.