Dreamcatcher Ao3 Novels & Stories

Caitlyn awoke with a start, her heart racing and her breath sharp in her chest. The remnants of the dream clung to her like a fog she couldn’t shake. In the darkness of her mind, flashes of an ancient, buried temple had danced before her eyes. She saw a chained wolf, its eyes glowing with a deep, unnerving hunger, surrounded by an endless blackness. And then, her own reflection—a version of herself that wasn’t quite right—whispering, “It’s not over.”

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Both factions, though hesitant, reluctantly agreed. Their search led them to a hidden sanctuary nestled within the system's asteroid belt. Here, they found the Dreamweaver, an ethereal figure cloaked in shimmering robes, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. Kairos, his telepathy reaching out, encountered a mind unlike any he had experienced. The Dreamweaver didn't possess typical thoughts, but a kaleidoscope of visions, a tapestry woven from fragments of the future. These visions, though fragmented and cryptic, depicted a devastating galactic war, one sparked by a seemingly insignificant event.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, Thank you for taking the time to read A Baby for the Dragon. This book is a breeder kink one and has some talk of infertility with the main female lead but will result in a pregnancy for our dragon and his mate. There will be tons of unprotected sex and lots of dirty talk, the sex will be super graphic and if that’s not something you enjoy that’s okay. There are plenty of other books out there for you, just maybe not this one.

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.

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Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."

The playful glint in Damien’s eyes faded as he straightened, his smirk replaced by something far more serious. “His last victim died.” The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. “And now he's trapped in his own nightmares—visions of failure, of being a weak incubus. The Dream Walkers are hunting his soul.” To be continued…

When I dream, I see Carnelia waiting for me, wanting me, calling from the other side of a long, dark tunnel. "Primus," she cries, praying for me to return. "I need you. Please, don't die." With a snap, I wake to a cold room, the sound of snores and whimpers blending with the crash of waves. My body, bruised, battered, and singed, burns where cold hands touch me, my flesh unable to make scales to protect me from pain. Blinking up, a drake made of darkness hovers over me, his body outlined in blue as it drains away the fire from the net trapping me.