Dream Reader Novels & Stories

The anomaly Victoria’s bloodwork had triggered was evolving inside her, and now it was visible. She’d tried to ignore it, but now even her dreams weren’t safe. Each night, she saw flashes of labs burning, Liam shouting her name, a child’s heartbeat echoing like thunder. And every morning, the same woman, Rhea, whom she’d finally learned was her name, appeared at her door with tea and questions. “Tell me about the dreams,” Rhea said one morning, sitting opposite her. “I already told you. They don’t mean anything.” Rhea tilted her head. “You don’t believe that. You know they’re messages.”

Anton looked at Damien, then back at me, and I could see the pieces slowly coming together in his mind—the dreams, the strange moments we shared, the way I always seemed to understand things even before they happened. “No wonder it took you a while to escape from your visitor at night in your dreams,” he murmured, piecing it together. “This was the reason. Everything was starting to make sense now.” I laughed, “I’m what they call an Oneiromancer—someone who walks through dreams, sees through them, feels through them. My connection with Damien wasn’t just about me being his victim, he was my protector.” I explained. Anton took a step back, rubbing the back of his neck, overwhelmed but somehow

I just need time to think and I can only do that in silence. I think I need to learn more about Rosalie and who my parents were. But still I can’t get this whole shitshow out of my head. The images I saw hidden deep in Jadara’s mind. But she wouldn’t have known all that. So what was it? “It was a vision. A dream walker can not only enter people’s dreams but they can see things that are hidden from the average person.” I turn and look at her as she walks outside with a blanket in her hands.

"I'm not seeing anything you know." "Really? But I can see it clearly. Even those windows and the polished pale curtain and the portrait on the wall. It wasn't there earlier, right?" Damian added and surveyed the place. It felt to him like it was a different cottage. He felt like watching a different chamber. Diana glanced at him in astonishment. Must he still be dreaming? Or was he watching someone else's memory? He did confess that he had an odd ability. And the Elder tells him about being a Dream dweller. "I can't see anything Damian," Diana added and watched the boy carefully this time. "...Tell me more. What you see must be a clue or you are in someone else's dream or…"

Awakening from the dream, Hazel found herself back in her studio, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of her creative sanctuary. The memories of the dream library lingered in her mind, a vivid tapestry of colors and emotions that continued to inspire her artistic journey. Empowered by the dream experience, Hazel approached her work with a renewed sense of purpose and passion. Each brushstroke, each blend of color, each moment of reflection was infused with the magic of the dream library, guiding her towards a deeper understanding of her own creative spirit.

‘’Fenrir! I jerked awake into reality. I gasped and wiped the beads of sweat that had trailed down my face away and looked around me. I was still inside the room in the arena and when I checked my Rolex, I realized that I had been sleeping for an hour and a few minutes. ‘’oh!’’ I rubbed my forehead. ‘’That was an amazing dream right?'’ Draca asked as his annoying voice sounded in my head. ‘’how do you mean?’’ I asked him wondering if he knew something about the dreams. It was the only reason why he would ask me such a question. Just as he was about to answer, the door leading to the room burst open and Romeo walked in.

He points at a place that he already marked with red pen and starts to read out loud since I didn't bother to stand up from where I'm sitting "The Luna's condition is known as dream delusion. Sometimes it happens when memories are induced by the experience of a vivid dream. Other times it..." "Anders, Anders, Anders... We already established the fact that the seer was right! I really don't want to know the content of your little book if it doesn't tell me more than what I already know to be the fact. So kindly skip, skip, skip the part I already know and go to the part I don't know."

"Make sure it is spotless before the evening feast, or we will make sure you don't get any dinner tonight." With a final laugh, the girls walked out of the kitchen. Rosemary was left all alone in the quiet room. Rosemary closed her eyes and took a shaky breath. As she reached for the spilled bucket, a strange, vivid memory flashed in her mind. She saw the intense, piercing eyes of a man. She had never met him in the real world, but she knew him perfectly in her mind. He felt like safety, like pure power, and like a promise. It's just a dream, she told herself firmly, pushing the memory away. He only exists in your dreams.

"That was an intrusion." "An intrusion?" "The Architects," Liam walked to the window, staring out at the dark night. "They realized they couldn't capture her physically. So they recruited a Dreamwalker." "A psychic?" Alex asked skeptically. "Someone who can project their consciousness into the minds of those connected to the Element," Liam explained. "They are trying to break her will. To lure her out. Or drive her mad." Jackson clenched his fist. "How do I shoot a dream? How do I kill a nightmare?"

His hands interlaced and clenched, knuckles paling slightly, laying bare the turmoil inside him. "Amelia, during this period—especially these last few days—whenever I finally calm down and try to work, all kinds of strange images keep flashing through my mind." Raiden drew in a deep breath, trying hard to steady the waves inside him as he carefully described what was happening, bewilderment filling his eyes. He lowered his gaze slightly, staring at his tightly clasped hands, his tone edged with unease: "They're scenes that don't exist at all, and they don't fit reality—mountains wrapped in clouds and mist, old-fashioned houses, people dressed in strange clothes, and an elder who's very impor