Dream Of Strange Creatures Novels & Stories

In the distance, a herd of animals grazed lazily, their shapes half-familiar and half-strange, like creatures from a dream refusing to be named. I blinked hard, rubbed my eyes, but the vision didn’t break. It only sharpened. The air even smelled different—wild, sharp with flowers and earth. Carter’s jaw hung slack, his body taut with disbelief and thrill all at once. “Are you seeing this shit?” he whispered, his voice low, reverent, like he was afraid to spook it. I nodded, though my voice barely found me. “Yeah… but I don’t think we’re supposed to.”

The thought unsettled me. Shaking it off, I rushed to the sphere, its surface pulsing faintly with hidden energy. Pressing my trembling hands against it, I closed my eyes. The images came instantly, flooding my mind. Chains clinked. Screams tore through the silence. I saw creatures of Velmoria—fairies, beasts, and spirits—bound like rabid dogs, dragged mercilessly through the forests. Their cries echoed through the night, but no one came to save them.

Rex asked, remembering the chittering, hissing creatures that had ambushed him and Markus shortly after arriving at Dracoterrum. “I do not know what a crazak is, but we call them Scampers,” Dilo said, tilting her head after testing the word crazak a few times audibly. “The word has a ring to it. Crazak, I like it.” “They are hive-minded creatures, we do not usually see them often enough for them to be a problem. The fact they are here, have seen us but haven’t attacked is a little strange and off-putting,” Cassius said, his eyes still focused on the ten crazaks all crouching in a semi-circle in the middle of the road, staring up toward their group.

“No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the words to give it justice. I am afraid to go back to sleep, and yet I want to. I want to dream about her, I want to have her in my arms, I want to be doing those things I dreamt about to her. It is absolutely maddening. I can’t function properly, and I just can’t get enough blood to drink. I haven’t dreamed since before I was changed, and even then, nothing like this. Nothing!” “Dom, you got it bad. Maybe this is a connection you two have. Maybe she is the same way?” “I thought about that too. Because in

I closer my eyes and surrendered myself to sleep and the world of dreams. I found myself in my pack. My successor had her back turned and was talking to strange creatures. They looked like us but bulkier and taller with burly muscles and shorter hair. They for some strange reason, had their tails infront and in between their legs. Tails in front? I had never seen such strange creatures. I couldn't hear what they said but their voices were deep and commanding. Something about it was dominating yet soothing like the rush of waters from a cascading waterfall.

The dreamscape around them was alive with possibilities, a realm where stories took flight and imagination knew no bounds, a sanctuary where hearts spoke in whispers and souls danced in joy. In the heart of the dream grove, Theo and Axel discovered a hidden path that led to a garden of glowing crystals, each gem reflecting the light of a thousand stars. The crystals pulsed with a gentle energy, their colors shifting and changing with the ebb and flow of the dream world, a reminder of the beauty and wonder that surrounded them.

It was starting to make sense, but I still didn’t want to believe that any of this was real. I fell asleep at some point as I watched the videos, completely exhausted from my chase through the woods. I spent the night dreaming about strange creatures and the full moon shining overhead. I even dreamed that I was one of the creatures, shifting from my human state into that of an animal while Enzo gazed at me with his glowing red eyes. Was this some sort of omen? Was I truly out of the ordinary?

PROLOGUE Kehlani flipped he eyes open and jerked her body off the bed with utmost alacrity and urgency. Her heart thumped loudly. Too loud she was scared it would throb out of her chest which may have been why she rubbed in with her palm in a circular motion. Another bad dream. These days she had constant dreams of weird creatures chasing her in a dense forest or when she was fighting off a weird creature at night. It got scarier and scarier by the night and even more vivid too.

"Have you ever heard of the creatures of the night, Jenna?" I resist the urge to snort. This dream keeps on getting weirder. And yes, I know about the creatures of the night. They are on the news all the time, werewolves attacking innocent girls on the street and vampires sucking the blood from strangers. It's chaotic out there! I don't dare leave my apartment after nine. "Yeah," I give Ariel a suspicious glance over. He looks friendly, but his eyes are lonely and distant somehow. "Haven't everyone heard of them? Both the werewolves and the vampires are out of control,"

Still her curiosity had been awakened so she picked the book up. Tara opened the book at a random page and gasped in shock at what she saw. She figured herself to be quite a worldly 21 year old and she done things at university that she'd never want her mother to know about but this was shocking even to her. The page she opened depicted a collection of half-animal, half-human very obviously male creatures fucking a group of young human women. Tara couldn't fully understand what was written underneath the image it appeared to be in a very old form of English but it seemed to describe the ritual required to summon these creatures and how a girl could control them by doing things Tara figured m