Dream Unmask Novels & Stories

Kenzo and Dream left the place. "Wait." Kenzo said pulling Dream back inside the car. "What, Dad?" Dream asked. "Your mom told me to put a blindfold on you." Kenzo said while holding an eye mask on his hand. "Do I really need to wear that?" Dream said pouting her lips. "Yeah. you're mom will scold me if you will not wear this." Kenzo said smiling. "Okay." Dream said. "No peeking." Kenzo said. "Yes, Dad. Hold me tight, okay?" Dream said. "Don't worry, kitten, I will not let you fall because you're mom will kill me." Kenzo said that made Dream giggled.

Chapter 28: Beneath the Mask DAMIEN’S POV Her words hit me, taking me aback. “Take off your mask.” I froze as the wind whispered through the pines, blowing on my face as my heart hammered vigorously. My hand twitched at my side, instinct screaming to clamp the mask tighter, to hide the twisted scars the curse had carved into my face seventeen years ago. The ones her grandmother’s magic had branded me with. “Anya,” I rasped, my voice rougher than gravel. “You don’t have to see this.”

Daniel, the IT staff Damien sacked The fourth arrival came in his footsteps silent, his posture impeccable. His mask is a simple thing—smooth obsidian, featureless except for a single crack that ran diagonally across the face. He was known only as the Broken. There was something unmistakable about him, a cold, coiled danger that radiated from every line of his body. He took his seat without a word, his eyes hidden behind the mask, but those who watched him could feel the weight of his presence. Tristan Miller

It was a vow. She rose on her elbows, sweat glistening on her collarbone. “You promised one last game.” He reached into the drawer of the rosewood cabinet near the bed and retrieved a card inked in crimson wax and gold foil. He held it between two fingers. “The Ritual of Unmasking,” he said. “The final game. Not all guests are invited.” Maristella sat up, her interest piqued. “And what does it involve?” “A test of trust,” he said, voice velvet dark. “One final scene. One final surrender. If we both pass we remove our masks. If not we vanish into the night.”

He approached Tracy, his voice gentle as he said, "Don't be afraid. I've already avenged you. Does your stomach still hurt? I'll take you to the hospital." He then carried Tracy in his arms and left without looking back. Laura kicked Melanie contemptuously before storming off. Soon, everyone left, leaving Melanie lying on the floor, limp and motionless. When her tears finally ran dry, she looked at the wedding ring on her finger. A mirthless laugh escaped her lips. Pulling out her phone, she dialed a number she'd never called before. "You said before you'd pay 300 million dollars for evidence of the Johnson family's tax evasion. Does that offer still stand?"

I released a breath and tugged down my black feathered mask. My mask was an essential part of my night job as DJ Butterfly. I wore it because it not only gave me some form of anonymity, it allowed me to pretend that I was someone else, at least for a while. Behind the turntable and the mask I was Butterfly, confident, sexy, not-at-all-in-debt-with-a-technically-dead-sister-in-the-hospital. As Butterfly I could pretend to love my too-sharp curves and my big mouth that didn't mind spewing whatever I was thinking when provoked.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

Teaching Emma to walk into dreams wasn’t one of Daniel’s better ideas because now she did it with ease. He watched as she snapped her fingers and the door appeared. Daniel regretted that he had made sure she could put up one hell of a fight in dreams. He hid behind some trees and began to fire off spells at her. Emma blocked each one and landed a few good hits. Even today he still has the scars to remember that night. He had taught her how to protect herself in dreams just in case one of the many demons that wanted to make a name for themselves might

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once. The way you did once upon a dream. I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.” That familiar tune from Sleeping Beauty was on repeat as m

I was missing details, but that was mostly what I remembered. I got up from the bed, threw on a robe that was lying around, and marched to Damon's room. His room was empty. It was early, signifying that he was most likely at the gym. I walked through his closet and found a box containing one of his masks. It was my understanding that he had multiple of them. I opened it to reveal the all-black Japanese Oni mask. The mask sat comfortably among silks that were just as red as the blood in my dream. I placed my finger on it, and suddenly my head was full of images and sounds.