Dream Saga Novels & Stories

Then it started flashing random affection scores, all of them tagged under one name. [Dream: 52% → 73% → 41% → 86% → ERROR] “Okay, what the hell?” I sat up, running a hand through my hair. The numbers kept jumping wildly, like the system couldn’t decide if Dream loved me, hated me, or wanted to toss me off the building. “System,” I muttered, “are you drunk?” [System diagnostics in progress…] A long pause. Then… [NEW SIDE QUEST: Spend 24 Hours with Dream. Reward: +15 Affection Points.]

He had to work, as he always did, on slowing down and getting the timing correct. After two hours he was satisfied. He tumbled into bed, falling asleep within a minute. His dreams were pleasant, mostly involving a cute girl that kept trying to get away. Every time he dragged her back with the rope around her middle. Sabrina's dreams were pleasant also but highly erotic. She was tied up lying on her side on a table. A stranger kept asking her if she wanted to fuck. When she said no, he approached either her open vagina or open mouth and used them as hard as he could. It felt wonderful but he would always stop before she reached orgasm. After a great number of penetrations, he finally went too

As the castle crumbled, the debris cascading like a macabre rain, I strained to see any sign of Liam. My pleas for him echoed into the void, swallowed by the cacophony of the collapsing world. The ground beneath me trembled, mirroring the palpitations of my frantic heart as I was dragged relentlessly by the spectral hands of the elders. In the final throes of the nightmare, the air grew thick with the metallic scent of the blood rain. The landscape, now a chaotic dance of destruction, offered no solace. The haunting whispers of Diana's ominous warning lingered, and the grotesque tableau played out until the very fabric of the dreamland seemed to unravel.

She mumbled something about the incompetence of men under her breath before she began. “I suppose the best place for me to start explaining is at the beginning. You see, King Hypnos’s parents, Erebus and Nyx – the deities of darkness and night – created a land for their son to dwell in. It was a place where he could interact with mortals’ consciousness without ever having to leave the safety of his home. This land is called the Dreamlands and Hypnos’s palace sits in the centre of it. Within the Dreamlands are the Dreamscapes. There are two of them; one where mortals dream and one where immortals dream. Anyone who lives in the Dreamlands can enter into the Dreamscapes of mortals, thus enterin

I looked down and saw the open diary, my mother's legacy. For a moment, I couldn’t move, and the dream was still vivid in my mind. The dragon—my mother—had seemed so real. The emotions, the urgency—it felt like more than a mere figment of my imagination. As I reached out to pick up the fallen diary, my fingers trembled. Would the entries reveal more about these dreams? Or were they just the result of my stress and exhaustion?

The dream came on a night when the moon was full and the stars seemed brighter than usual. Kai found himself standing in a vast, empty field beneath a sky the color of deep purple. The air was still and heavy, and the ground beneath his feet was covered in soft, silver grass that shimmered with an otherworldly light. A figure stood in the distance, silhouetted against the horizon. Kai walked toward her, his feet moving without effort, drawn by an unseen force. As he drew closer, he recognized the flowing robes and silver hair of the Dreamer.

Dagar… Ignoring every warning in my mind, I close my eyes and chant, fixing Grimm’s face within my thoughts until sleep takes me. I find myself in a forest of autumn, clouds weighed down the sky. Yellow and orange leaves decorate the ground. Then, in the distance, I see a cage. As I draw nearer, I realize Grimm is trapped inside. “Valeria!” He holds his arm out through the bars. “Grimm!” “What are you doing? How are you here?” he asks. “I am in your dream. Your body’s dream.” “Dagar is in control of it. He was going to kill Jade. I had to…”

Her mother kissed Sira's forehead and whispered, "Sleep well, sweetheart. Sweet dreams." Sira fell asleep with a smile on her face, and this time, the dreams that came were not nightmares. She dreamed of playing in a garden full of sunshine, blooming flowers, and high-flying swings. The man in the black robe was no longer there, replaced by a sense of security and happiness that she created herself.

A surge of disappointment washed over her, leaving her with a lingering sense of unease. Attempting to clear her thoughts, Nemesis rubbed her temples and groaned softly. Her mind kept returning to a peculiar dream that had engulfed her senses prior to waking. It felt so vivid, so tangible, that at times she struggled to distinguish it from reality. In this dream, she encountered an unfamiliar version of herself and discovered a mysterious connection with the vampire lord, David. Yet, she couldn't quite grasp the significance or meaning behind these enigmatic revelations.

The silver mesh dress—now torn and muddied—shimmered faintly in the gloom like the scales of a dying fish. She watched Tristan. He lay on a bed of moss she had gathered, his body wracked with tremors. He was unconscious, but it wasn't a peaceful sleep. His eyelids fluttered rapidly, and his hands—resting on his chest—twitched with spasms of violet static. Every time he twitched, the air around him hummed. It was a sound Saoirse knew well. It was the sound of a dragon dreaming. But Tristan wasn't a dragon. He was a human vessel that had been cracked open and filled with a power too volatile to contain.