Dream Saga Novels & Stories

She turned in the fevered dark, trying to escape it, but the voice followed. “You let someone close. You let your heart guide you. And now look.” Aiden. She tried to speak—to scream—but her lips didn’t move. In the dream, she stood in the middle of Raven’s Peak, and all around her, the people were falling. Dalia. Mira. Even Asher, blood on his hands and sorrow in his eyes. “You were warned.” “No,” she whispered into the void. “This isn’t real.” “It doesn’t need to be.”

"I have an announcement to make. As you all know, our pack has been without a Luna for a while now. But tonight, I proudly present to you our new Luna, Lyra!" The pack erupted into cheers and applause, their faces beaming with excitement. I forced a smile, trying to hide my discomfort. Sage's hand wrapped around mine, pulling me closer as he led me to the center of the dance floor. The music began with a slow melody that seemed to match the rhythm of my heart. Sage's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze piercing as we swayed to the music. I felt like a puppet on strings, dancing to his tune. As the dance went on he didn’t say a word but stared deep within my soul making my heart hammer, Sage's vo

"What the hell is happening? I've been trying to wake you up for half an hour now.” "What?" I sputter, my mouth dry. I can't believe it's been that long. To me, everything felt like it couldn't have been longer than fifteen minutes. “I... was dreaming and it was strange. I saw Sahari and Tristan in a mountain clearing, having some sort of initiation ritual. He made her drink something and he turned into what looked like a Rogue." Diamond sinks into the mattress, his eyebrows raised in confusion. "What else happened?" I don't want to tell him. I don't want to tell

] she taunts. I’m crumbling, and I know it. My resolve, once a formidable fortress, has eroded into crumbling walls. In this dark abyss, sleep feels like a sweet release. My eyes flutter shut, heavy with exhaustion and defeat, and I surrender to the darkness. In my dream, I stand before three kingdoms, each ruled by a familiar face—Cassian, Rune, and Malachi. They sit on their respective thrones, eyes piercing yet somehow distant. But this isn’t them, not really. They are idealised, ethereal almost. Kings in a realm untouched by the taint of my flames.

"Please don't leave me." Tears running down my cheeks as I ran after the figure that was quickly out of my sight. My little legs helpless to catch up. The darkness scared me, I hugged my bear bear tightly and squeezed my eyes shut. "Elora. Elora. Are you ok my dear." I woke to someone shaking the shit out of me. Sitting up in the strange bed and taking in my surroundings. I must have had that dream again. They were getting pretty frequent now. They never made any sense. The person leaving me was a blur. I had no idea who or where it was. People told me it was just a dream but it was always the same.

he says flatly. “And I’m making one now,” I shoot back. “If you want to lead me one day, you need to stop acting like you’re the only one who knows what strength means.” His shoulders stiffen. “Noted.” He walks away and I let him. RHEA’S POV: That night, I dream... not of fire or death, not of pain or fever. But of her. She’s flying, not in this world, but another. Beyond the rift, where stars burn upside down and magic runs like rivers. Her wings stir galaxies. Her voice is a hum, deep and resonant.

The sea of blood, the desert, and the female Martial Sages were all like faded paintings, slowly disappearing in front of him. Time was up. He was about to leave the world that he had entered through the Heavenly Samsara Disc. He looked at Dangdang for the last time. The little girl seemed to have noticed it. She finally woke up from her sweet dream and subconsciously looked at Ding Hao. There was a look of panic on her delicate face. She opened her arms to embrace Ding Hao... He opened his eyes, and his blurry vision gradually became clear.

“They don’t play games like that; they kill whom they want to kill and they don’t go through the corners. Anything or anyone that gets in their way, joins the plot.” “So why would they want her dead?” “It beats me and if I were you, I would be extra careful.” “What do you mean?” I asked, curiously. “The Order is a cult with high priestess. If Luca showed you that symbol, then it would leave a dream trace.” “Dream trace? What the fuck is that?” “Do you even read? A dream trace is a sediment of the dreams you have had. You may think you forget you dreams but the brain stores them somewhere for you and it comes back as déjà vu. Things you think you have seen before are just dreams you have drea

Lewis only smiled and nodded with a serious vibe. "Let's go!" And so they pulled themselves inside that tower. After the moment they stepped inside, dark lights doomed them all. "What was happening?" They called. "Hold hands! Hold my hands!" Lewis shouted. But suddenly each of them fainted. Afar from them... Jad saw them. "Your first quest was nightmare. In your dreams you will be sent to your worst future. A dream you won't tolerate." Then Jad plugged on the lights. A hologram was showed. Pictures and different images showed. Each of them had a world were dreams exist.

The dream, with its cryptic messages and shadowy figures, had set the stage for a saga that transcended the boundaries of mortal and supernatural realms. Carlile, the stalwart companion by my side, nodded in silent affirmation. Together, we embarked on a quest to defy the threads of destiny, determined to reshape the narrative that unfolded within the tapestry of dreams. The shadows of the past may have cast their pallor, but in the crucible of determination and alliance, we sought to forge a different path—a path where the echoes of a dream could be rewritten and the inevitable rewritten.