Dream Reader Novels & Stories

He asked himself, shaking his head in exasperation. The girl with red hair has been appearing in his dreams. He has never had a chance to see her face. Every time he woke up from the dream, he would feel her presence in his room. It was a strange feeling but a good feeling too. He decided to take a shower because it helped his thoughts flow. He pressed a button, and the shower glass door slid open. He stepped into the shower, and turned the dial. His body tingled as the cold water cascaded down his body. He closed his eyes at the sound of the water plopping down on the ceramic floor. He can't take the picture of the redhead girl out of his mind.

" Maybe , she was abandoned. I mean , her mother might be a maid or something more terrific." " We need to stop her. She's planning to take over the city with her witch entourage." Riley said. " I know someone , she's a witch, actually a dream walker." I said. " What's a dream walker ?" " A dream walker is a witch , but a type of special breed. They are gifted with clairvoyance and they could walk through your sleep and imagination ." Riley took a deep breath and sighed. The star necklace on her neck glowed and turned normal.

Ruby. The word whispered back to me. The way Drayan had said it, soft but edged with recognition. Like my eyes weren’t just mine, but something he already knew. I squeezed them shut, hating the thought. When I finally drifted into sleep, it wasn’t rest. I had a terrible nightmare. Dark, heavy ones. A woman with ruby eyes like mine, only older, sadder. Blood dripping from her lips. There was a blade connected to her stomach as she stared at me with pain.

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Dawn's heart pounded as she jolted awake from a vivid and unsettling dream. It felt so real, as if she had been transported to a different world. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her hands trembled with a mix of fear and urgency. She knew she had to act upon the vision that had just consumed her sleep. In the dream, Dawn saw a war-ravaged land, engulfed in chaos and destruction. She saw Zelda, her closest friend, holding her precious baby tightly in her arms. But something wasn't right. Dawn sensed danger lurking nearby, threatening the safety of Zelda and her child.

💥💥💥 ⸻ And somewhere beyond every universe… The real Dreamer opened its eyes. 👁️✨ ⸻ End of Chapter 50 🖤 To Be Continued…

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.

She shook her head. “They’re similar to us,” Mikan explained. “We use telepathy to read thoughts or memories. Dreamers can enter a person’s dreams and watch or manipulate them. They can see what the dreamer sees, feel what they feel. It’s powerful… and dangerous. They can alter memories, even reality, for the sleeping mind. That’s why they’re rarely trusted.” Brie looked toward the door where Trace had gone. “He doesn’t trust the dreamer you’re suggesting, does he?”

Wayne's desperate search for his wife had been all over the news, so when he mistook a stranger for Arden, everyone thought he had finally lost his mind. Even his closest friend, Dorian James, wondered if Wayne had gone mad. After all, the woman standing before them was the Henley family's heiress, and she didn't look like Arden at all. Sensing Vincent's rising temper, Dorian quickly tugged on Wayne's sleeve and whispered, "Wayne, you really are mistaken. She's the Henley heiress."

Our conversation was interrupted when Rider spoke. “Who’s Darius?” He asked, his voice coming out as a growl. “The vampire king,” I croaked out. “Why were you dreaming about the vampire king?” “It’s not like I decide what I dream about, Rider,” I huffed and rolled my eyes at his stupid question. “Seriously, Soph, what did you dream about? You were acting odd, and we couldn’t wake you up. Rider had been shaking you for a while, but nothing. You were completely dead to the world. That wasn’t a normal dream,” Rory stated, also sounding concerned.