Dream Fighter Novels & Stories

i asked and he nods before leaving —---- “You look horrible” frank said as i walked in “I feel horrible too” i slumped on the sit beside him “I got you ice cream” he placed it on the table “Thank you” i said picking-up the spoon and taking a huge scoop “Wanna talk about it” i stared at him i sighed “I had a dream” i said recalling how i woke up feeling breathless The rage in Damian eyes The fear that engulfed me “What was it about” “Mr Rodriguez was trying to kill me”

He asked me. "Yes," I replied, and together, we fought the demons. * I woke up to a pounding sensation in my head. It feels so heavy. With every passing day, the nightmares are getting worse. Sometimes, I even fight with dragons which is funny in reality. But I was fighting for my life in my dreams. But every time, he is there. His hazel eyes, bloodied knuckles, and fierce gaze haunted me for years now. My phone vibrated with a notification.

“If he had killed you in this realm, you would be dead in the mortal realm too. That is why dreamers wake up before a nightmare results in their death. When dreamers don’t wake up they class it as a case of SUNDS, Sudden Unexpected Nocturnal Death Syndrome.” “Oh.” was all I could reply as I felt myself being pulled from his arms by my internal alarm-clock. I gave him a quick kiss on the lips as I was yanked into reality, sighing as my eyes fluttered open. I began to climb out of bed when a piercing pain went through my left thigh. I lifted the covers and looked down, although I didn’t expect the sight which greeted me. My leg was smeared with blood and a thin, yet long gash the width of my t

Tears well up in my eyes. "Martha what is wrong, are you okay?" She touched my shoulder and I flinched again. She touched me, I felt it. Why does this feel so real? Was it real? Had I been dreaming all this while. Oh my God! "Mom?" "Yes sweetie, talk to me, what's wrong?" "Are you really real?" My mom and dad exchanged looks. "Ofcourse I am real" she caressed my cheek. It did feel real. "Whatever dream you had, it really got you whipped" Liam commented. Typically Liam will make jokes at serious moments.

What he says next shocks me into silence. “I had a dream last night and I was at a clearing and you were wearing a blank tank top and black tights and there was a boy with you. You were standing up on a hill and the boy was wielding a sword and cutting down all the monsters. You had your bow out and you were shooting at the monsters from above then you suddenly decide to race down the hill and attack the monsters with some throwing knives, it isn’t long until there is one left, and that is when you are thrown backwards and fall unconscious.”

I was a drooling, shaking, mind-broken mess, screaming and squirting endlessly. By the end of the three hours, I lay in the center of the cage in a massive puddle of cum, barely conscious, smiling with empty, blissful eyes, my body twitching uncontrollably. Damien stepped into the cage, knelt beside me, and stroked my cum-matted hair. “You were fucking perfect tonight,” he whispered, pride and lust in his voice. “Tomorrow is the final fight. Against the undefeated champion of the entire underground circuit. When you lose… the whole arena gets you for the entire night. No time limit.”

Chapter 8 "So what's your plan?" Derek asked warily. "Because if you're thinking about playing some kind of elaborate counter-con, I need to know right now. I need to know what I'm signing up for." Damien was quiet for a long moment, his mind racing through possibilities. The phantom pain in his legs had faded, replaced by a different kind of sensation—the thrill of having an enemy he could actually fight, a threat he could actively defend against rather than simply enduring passively.

But Dominic had already turned off his phone, focused entirely on reaching Amber. Dominic didn't see Ryan's message as he approached Amber's room. He could hear restless movement from inside, confirming Liam's concerns about her sleep. He used the spare key Liam had given him and quietly entered the room. Amber was trapped in a nightmare, her body thrashing against the sheets. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she relived traumatic memories. In her dream, she saw flashes of horror - a bloody silver whip cutting through the air, a scarred man wielding a silver knife with cruel intent, and a mentally challenged man whose presence filled her with inexplicable dread.

* Jane Dankworth * I did not notice the exact time I fell asleep, until the memories of what happened came to haunt me in dreams. A scream, coming from me escaped my throat, though in the dream, I couldn't tell it was me until the echo broke through the dark. I was again back in that office, the shadows bending like hands reaching for me. There was a smear of blood on the glass, my heels slipping against the floor, and someone was shouting my name but I couldn't find the door.

Their formation held perfectly, with betas supporting alphas, gammas providing defensive coverage, and omegas managing quick healing and strategic repositioning of wounded fighters. Then Darius appeared. He materialized on the sand like a heat mirage, his wolf form massive and midnight black. Unlike the other fighters, he seemed to shimmer slightly—as if not entirely solid, not entirely real. Liam turned, sensing the new threat, his entire body going rigid with recognition and challenge. The two alphas circled each other, a dance of predators more ancient than human civilization. Liam struck first, a lightning-fast attack that would have destroyed any ordinary opponent. But Darius seemed to