Dream Core Novels & Stories

He promised her. Delighted she said, “Thank you, my Lord.” Hodor turned his back at her. “I want more—” His hand clutches his chest as fast as he could. “What happened?!” Vamoire exclaimed out of shock. Her feet rushed to him and aided him to steady his body. But to no avail, all she heard is Hodor’s excruciating pain; his body falling to the floor. She got it. He is seeing a vision again. Time seems to warp, bringing him to the time and place of his vision. Hodor rotates his eyesight only to learn that his current vision is a continuation of the vision that he feared.

Dusty Non-Flower also looked at him and smiled faintly, "What? With just one little dream demon like you, you want to control me?" Dreamless Nightmare is a kind of dream demon derived from nightmares, and nightmares are often a way to show the vulnerability of a person's heart, therefore, what Dreamless Nightmare is most skillful at is, peering into the most vulnerable place of a person's heart, and then taking advantage of the gap to enter the country. It wasn't that Dusty Non-Flower didn't have the most vulnerable places, it was just that with this skill of Dreamless Nightmare, he couldn't peek into the depths of his heart yet.

His shadows coiled tight around him, like a cloak pulled too close. He didn’t sleep. Time stretched, thick and sick and endless. Guards changed somewhere in the labyrinth of halls. The molten rivers far below shifted course with a deep, grinding groan. Caelum stayed planted at her door, a statue carved from shame and want. Eventually, exhaustion dragged his head against the frame. His eyes closed. He fell into something that wasn’t quite sleep and wasn’t quite nightmare—the Dreamscape edge where Emberborn sometimes walked. Flames pulsed in the dark, three points of light circling one another. Gold. White. Devil-Red.

“THE DREAMS WE CANNOT CONTROL ALREADY OWNS US” DAMIEN (HADES) POV I am in the dream again, and I always know I'm dreaming the moment it starts, but that never gives me control over it because it just means I'm aware enough to suffer through it properly. It begins in silence, not a peaceful silence but a silence that has haunted my dreams countless times, a kind of silence I have been wishing to end, the kind that feels wrong like the world is holding its breath and refusing to let go.

The nightmares came back. Maybe it’s just the stress of everything, heck it could be even the fever I’m running, but either way I’m sweaty, achy, and my brain hurts. I roll to my side, breathing fast. This dream had been worse than normal. No longer are they relived memories. Each night, they morph further from real life and dive deeper into my subconscious fears. Tonight had been about Cameron, and it has been the scariest one yet. Every time I close my eyes, I see his limp, lifeless body staring at me from the dream. My heart is racing at what happens next.

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu

**Dream** I am playing in the clearing with Darius. We are laughing and running around when all of a sudden the sky goes black and Darius has disappeared. I am then standing in front of a very large white wolf and a slightly smaller white panther. I am surprised when I don’t feel scared but safe and connected to them somehow. I then shoot my hands to my head as a sharp stabbing pain hits me along with 2 soft female voices, "Yasmine, it is time to remember..."

He says while his breathing becomes rapid, and his voice sounds strained as if it hurts him more than it does me. Suddenly, a pain rips through me like a knife and everything goes dark. I don’t hear a thing, except for my alarm going off and the dog barking. Confused, I open my eyes to see my mother staring at me curiously. “Dear, you were muttering something strange in your sleep about werewolves and a strange man called Eric.” She stares at me while saying with humor in her voice. At that moment, I realized it was all a dream.

Luxiana Sommeris Damien nodded thoughtfully, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Dreams,” he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur, “are mirrors to the soul, reflecting the emotions that dominate both your conscious and subconscious mind.” “Humans rarely linger in one emotion for long, so whatever is strongest within you—fear, desire, sorrow, joy—that’s what the dream realm manifests,” he added. He stepped closer now, his presence casting a gentle shadow over me. His dark eyes locked with mine, and there was an intensity there, a quiet kind of wisdom that reminded me how little I truly understood about his world.

“Oh, please. Those were trapped in the Dream Realm when it was created. They’ve never crossed into this realm. The entrance to that realm collapsed decades ago and it wasn’t a physical portal to begin with.” “Uh, yeah. Well, that’s what they are claiming. Something came through.” “That’s crazy. What did Alpha Wolversen say?” “What does dead silence mean as a response?” “Fuck. Nightmares. How can we combat something like that? That’s insane. I can’t believe that. It implies the rumors of a Goddess reconstructing the Dream Realm are true. Crap.” Dominic realized he faced something worse than losing his seat. His mate was involved in something that was more than anyone expected. “I’m calling Al