Dreamcatcher Because Novels & Stories

It's the ugliest thing he's ever seen, a bad art project made by a toddler in the dark. But he can't even stop his hand from reaching for it. "You make this, kid?" Ashely shakes his head. "Ariadne— Mama did, for me." Victor slides the thing underneath his jacket, smoothing it securely in place. "Why are you giving it to me then?" "Dreamcatchers catch bad dreams," Ashely explains. "Your nightmares are much worse than mine. Yours are real, and they're coming for you, Victor." A shudder runs down Victor's spine, and the moment is gone. Ashely stands, hand outstretched. "Do you have a quarter?"

I was frightened by him because he seemed like he was going mad. "Exactly! That's what I'm thinking too! Kate, she's not real. There's something strange happening around us, and I know it's because of this dream catcher. It's preventing her from manipulating us and getting what she wants," Gadreel replied. My mind became even more confused by the events, but now I had evidence that I wasn't the only one feeling that something was wrong. "You've had dreams that felt real, haven't you? I know those dreams you're referring to have additional details that you can't mention," he said, and I looked at him again, surprised.

In a corner sits two potted plants, filled will soil from each of our pack lands, a small table in between with another blade sitting in between for the Silver Run ceremony. On one wall hangs a beautiful dream catcher with intricate crystal work, the colors incorporating Siver Run and New Moon. The outside ring holds a quote, but I can't make it out from this distance and poor light. "May we always catch our dreams," Damon whispers, gently placing me on my feet. "I had it commissioned to hang in our room." The uncertainty hangs in his words, reminding me of the preteen boy I knew all those years ago. "It's beautiful," I whisper, looking him in the eyes, then feeling guilty that I didn't have

From what I’d read in fairy tales and children’s books, witches were evil fairies that pretty much did all sorts of evil deeds…was I supposed to do something like that? Cameron tightened his hand on mine, as if he understood what was going through my mind. When I looked up at him, he gave me a reassuring smile. It helped take some of my worries away. We stopped on the second floor and Darcia knocked on the third door to the right. It had an ornate dream-catcher right at the entrance, made with beads and crystals rather than feathers. A girl opened the door almost immediately, looking at the five of us as if she had already been expecting us here. Which wasn’t all that surprising if I conside

I could have exhausted her by making love to her, but I had grown a bit of conscience. “Go in instead, don't stand outside the door. She might have nightmares and might scream and when she does, give her this” I pushed a dream catcher into her arms. She stared at it, shock ruling her features before she asked. “Boss, what is this?” I blinked, I had seen it somewhere that it helped filter dreams and when I had seen Daphne experiencing one, I had gotten it without a squirm. “Just hang it over her and let her know that I will be back”

"A dream catcher, it was given to me by a native shaman when I traveled to the far west. I hope it can help you with your sleeping troubles." Seth Explained as he handed the dreamcatcher to Phil. Phil was happy with the gift he had received and felt the care from his teacher. As Phil was thanking his teacher a tall slender woman with pronounced curves came to him. "Happy Birthday Sweetie!" The woman hugged Phil and kissed his forehead. Phil blushed as he was squished between the woman's arms and her breast. "Thank you, Auntie Ruth" "I told you not to call me auntie, call me mama instead."

My eyes slammed shut, and my lips parted as my walls clenched even tighter and the ecstasy built up even higher. Every thrust, constriction, beat, and sweat that dropped from my back caused the pleasure in me to triple. Stars burst before my eyes as my body trembled. The slap our thighs made when they slapped against each other faded along with their pants and groans, while my eyes rolled with the heightening pleasure. And then splash! I released a loud moan and pulled my eyes open. But to my surprise, I was hit with darkness. I blinked and stared again. The dreamcatcher hung over my head, dangled from side to side, signalling that I was back in my room, awake and alone.

I just couldn’t help myself but overthink again. There was something different, and I just couldn’t explain it. My eyes wandered around my room until I fixed my stares on the dream catcher Liam gave me. It was freely hanged on my window. Then, I sighed. I was thinking pointlessly. I was lost and confused. After a few minutes, I became jittery and worried, making me gaze at nowhere while biting my nails unstoppably. Why is it that some of the events in my dreams are actually coming to life? What is happening to me?

He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could actually do the things he wanted to her. The things they dreamed about. He had studied things purposely to please his mate, along with his brother of course. Ife sat in history class distracted by her thoughts until the subject spoke of Alpha Princess Fallon from the past. This was the same person the school was named after. The more she learnt of her the weirder her dreams became, almost like she was living out her life. The most cruel one was of the little girl snatching her heart out of her chest. On the last day, everything made sense!

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.