Dream Eater 5e Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

All around me, warriors were doing the same, shaking off the psychic venom. Kael was on one knee, his sword driven into the earth for support, his head bowed. But the Dream Eater was spent. That last pulse had been its final breath. The dark mass was now insubstantial, a fading shadow. The exposed nexus flickered wildly, unstable vulnerable.

But I did it. From now on, that bastard was locked out of my dreams. Exhausted, I closed my eyes. Sleep started to pull me under. But somewhere between waking and dreaming, a brutal, overwhelming power slammed down. My ward shook violently. The silver net shrieked under the pressure. A second later, it tore apart. My perfect ward shattered into silver dust and faded into the dark. A towering figure shattered the dreamscape. He walked like a dark god. Heavy. Absolute. I wanted to back away, but I couldn't move a muscle.

It might be frigging starving! A disturbing idea popped up in my head as I drove past the Manor gates: if this thing had been attached to Brandon Price, it’d gone from feeding on residual energy to living emotions. So maybe it wasn’t a badass demon, but it wasn’t a simple scavenger anymore. I’d heard that wild predators, like lions and tigers, disregard any other food once they tasted human flesh.

Unconscious binding of others into the Dream State. "It’s not PTSD," Emily whispered. "It’s not trauma." She looked at the last line on the page. "The Oneiric is the natural predator of the Void-Walker. For while the Walker consumes magic, the Oneiric unmakes reality. A fully realized Sleeper can dream a god out of existence." Emily closed the book. Her hands were shaking. She wasn't broken. She wasn't weak. She wasn't just a human who couldn't handle a wolf’s world.

That distinction doesn’t change the fact that I was a mere puppet, as my body obeyed the command to kill Katrina simply for being a D’Amore. Let’s start unpacking that tidbit! My mate is an Alpha heir!? Though now that I think about it, the Mad Alpha Chesed has two children. I’ve never met either of them, but I know they are hybrids. I didn’t think they were from a witch’s bloodline. That’s a twist. And when I think more about what I know of the D’Amore family, I was struck with a realization. “She’s human.” I blinked, sitting up on the bed. “My mate is a human. Holy shit!”

Desserts said to Dreamer: “Dreamer, help me! Lucifer is crazy and bullying us.” She had thought Dreamer had spoken for them, and she could hide behind Dreamer now. However, just as she finished speaking the system prompted: “The player Dreamer activates Slaughter mode.” Systems: “Dessert was killed by Dreamer.” She lay on the ground, screaming in disbelief: “Is that Dreamer crazy? What’s wrong with him?”

she says in a protective whisper and kisses my forehead before using vampire speed to take out the small group. My parents look at me with wide eyes, questioning without words if they saw right. Mackenzie comes back with her face covered in blood with relief in her vampire eyes. "I'm feeling much better," she says switching back, cleaning her face with a cloth. She turns to my surprised parents and smiles bashfully. "I'm the Dhampir in case you're struggling to figure that out. I only drink vampire blood and eat regular food when I can't get it." "It's an honor to meet you," my parents say bowing their heads to her.

] [Tunneler]: Grants the ability to easily dig through any type of rock, earth, and ore, leaving a tunnel behind. [Nether Worm's Razor-Sharp Teeth]: Grants the ability to create razor-sharp teeth that spiral around like a deadly chainsaw, dealing damage based on the user's Strength. [Blood Core Rank: [Level IV: Draconic Vampire (Upper Stage)] has increased to [Peak Stage]!] [Dragon Heart Rank: [Level IV: Adult Blood Dragon (Upper Stage)] has increased to [Peak Stage]!] [Existence Realm: [Pseudo Demi-Deity: 1/9 (Middle Stage)] has increased to 2/9!]

[Level: 11 (95 XP until lv 12)] [Race: Swift Banshee] [Role: Scout] [Abyssal force: 95/95] [Attack: 16] [Defense: 9] [Dexterity: 10] [Agility: 62 (+1)] [Intelligence: 2] [Skills]: Banshee scream Lv 5 (15 AF) (^) Bite (5 AF) Lv 1 (^) Pica Lv 1 (^) Eco-location. (Passive) Lv 3 (^) [Affinities]: Sound manipulation [Name: Dorime] [Level 5 (112 XP to LV 6)] [Race: Skull rat] [Role: N/A] [Abyssal force: 65/65] [Attack: 8] [Defense: 8] [Dexterity: 27] [Agility: 22] [Intelligence: 2] [Skills]: (^) Dig LV 8 (passive) (v)