Dream Detective Novels & Stories

Dante’s imagination and fascination with mid-evil torture divides a gore makes him one of those people who would take enjoyment out of watching someone slowly bleed out while watching them suffer until he gets his answers. Damien is the level headed, silent one who you’d think would be the scariest but he’s not, he’s more methodical when it comes to his plans and what I’ve come to learn makes him grate at mental interrogation. Like one of those people who with a single glance can detect the smallest of micro movements and know your intentions or that your lying. Then there’s Damitri the man with a plan and an irritation fuse so sort he’s most likely to slap the shit out of someone sir sniffl

I asked. “To see detective Rachael solando. She's a forensic psychiatrist.” He rested his hand on the gear. “You have to explicate the situation to her. Joe is smarter than we know. If he notice any detective is after him. He might try unaliving her and bounce on the victim.” I crackle my knuckles. Though I have never heard of her. “Racheal Solando is a forensic scientist. She's one of the top ranked detectives in this country.” Jayden tightened his hands on the seat next to him.

The detective drove down the silent road from Ai's home. Her parents' were so devastated and they had no one that could stand by them, just this aunt of hers called by the name 'Loveth' visited. Not even a single person calmed each other. It was beyond what I expected. I wrapped my arm around my head in the passenger sit at the front. I took a glimpse of the detective as he gazed at me for a moment, then he looked back to the front.

It was a message from Yoel, still saved under the contact name "Mr. Y" "I'm home. Today's burger was delicious. Good night, my dear examiner." I couldn't help smiling at the words "my dear examiner". That night, I slept more deeply than I had in ages, without a single dream to disturb me. As I stepped into the office the following morning, an unusual silence greeted me. Every pair of eyes seemed to lock onto me at once, as if guided by radar. There was shock, curiosity, scrutiny, and even a hint of impressed admiration.

And the constant, overriding question remained: how was Detective Ote, the architect of his last downfall, already the lead detective on this one? An icy, inescapable feeling of dread filled him again. Danny’s mind felt thick and heavy, and his eyelids began to droop an hour into his silent reflection. Danny didn't know how long he was asleep or when he drifted off, but he jolted awake suddenly. His head was resting on his right arm on the cold desk, and a heavy, woollen jacket was draped across his back. He sat up, clutching the garment. The room felt bone-chillingly cold, yet his body was clammy and sweating.

Avery smirked at him and he rolled his eyes. “Peter, do you know who I am?” She asked, looking at him. He shook his head. “My name is Detective Avery, I was kidnapped by your boss, for reasons known to him alone, not that you need the details, you already know, but I'm also here to arrest your boss.” She said observing his face to see any reaction. "I'm sure you know of the things that your boss has done so far" She said still looking at him, she saw doubt and something else in his eyes

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..

As they parked, a familiar figure approached. Dr Helena Vasquez, the dhampir medical examiner, had an olive complexion paler than usual against her black coat. "Detectives," she greeted them, her accent more pronounced under stress. "The scene is... unusual. Also, in saying that, they’re are quite a few unmated males inside as part of the team, your mates are going to have to keep their wolves in check, considering the changes in your scent, Ma’am.”

She scribbles something down before handing it back to me. I look down at the list: Stalker: Private Investigator Hacker or Cyberstalker Obsessed Ex-Lover Security Expert Detective (who becomes obsessed with their subject… which will be you, Alissia!) Stranger stalker I laugh at her note about the detective, but I’m impressed. “Okay, but is a private investigator or detective really dark enough?” She shrugs. “Depends. What are they following? How much of their life is hidden in the shadows?”

“And find out who wants me to see both.” Dante exhaled sharply through the phone. “I’ll get on it, but if this is what I think it is… you’re definitely not going to like the answer.” The line went dead. Dmitri sat there for a moment, the quiet pressing in, the twin death reports still glowing on his laptop screen. His mind raced through every possibility—none of them good. Somewhere in this city, someone was playing with ghosts. And he had the sinking feeling Damien wasn’t the only one.