Dreamcatcher Fanfic Novels & Stories

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!

DANTE I stirred in my sleep, a dream pulling me from the depths of unconsciousness. There she was, Anna, my love, my fated mate. In the dream, we were happy, complete. Our laughter echoed through the park as we spread out a checkered blanket, preparing for a picnic. The sun bathed us in its warm embrace, and I couldn't help but be captivated by the sparkle in Anna's eyes.

Elder Chi did give me one warning and that was to be careful because if the desire within the dreamworld proved greater to both more than the reality then there was a possibility of becoming trapped with no way to ever wake again. I know that I have the twins Brandyn and Georgina back at the castle, however, the pull to be with him, to touch him, to love him is becoming harder and harder to fight and I am starting to not want to fight it. I know it is only a dream, though, in reality, it is our subconscious’s connecting us in the way of mates as only we can.

But the dream held me captive, unable to break free from its grip. As the rival pack's members advanced towards me, my eyes locked with Dante's, silently pleading for him to understand the truth behind this treacherous plot. In that moment, I hoped with all my being that somehow, he would decipher the message hidden within my gaze. But just as the confrontation reached its climax, the dream began to blur, and a warm light enveloped me. I could feel a presence comforting and guiding me, and a soothing voice whispered in my mind, "Fear not, my child. You are not alone, and your mate is stronger than you know."

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

Even though I know consciously that our relationship is in jeopardy because of his choices, I still want him, and he’s still the face I long to see in my dreams. And in my dream, I see him getting dragged away by the Rogues. “No!” I yell, but in this dream world, I’m voiceless. I’m powerless. All I can do is stand there while my mate gets clawed at by the dirty outcasts. All I can do is watch while he screams for me. “Help me, Arya!” His voice rings out in the darkness of our background. “Don’t let them take me!”

I wished I could disappear and reappear in my own bed, so I could cry myself to sleep. Just then, I heard drunken voices and laughter from outside the door. Someone kicked open the door and staggered in, followed by a small crowd. I noticed Damon, two other Alphas’ sons, and five beta girls. “My, my!” A blonde with a figure I’d only seen on TV before said, pushing further in. “So, the chit believed she was your mate, did she? How stupid of her.” “But the bet’s not complete, Zac, not unless you marked her,” one of the Alphas’ sons said.

I returned his smile in a shy and flattered way. It worked! He made it work. Luca made it work. I squealed inside, mentally plastering kisses all over Luca's face for making my dream come true in just one night. Cathy's smirks instantly faded, the smugness in her posture faltered. "Damien, baby you can't..." "You wanted a game Cathy. You got one." Damien pulled me to himself with both hands wrapped around my waist. Okay, this has to be a dream. Less wet dreams. More like a fever dream.

It’s pointless. Before he leaves, he gives Connor a final nod, but Connor ignores him and continues to watch the television. All I can do is stand there and watch him walk out the door. Perturbed, I place the card in my pocket and go to my room. That night, I dream of a good-looking man with cobalt eyes, dark hair, and a penetrating stare. In the dream, we’re naked in bed making love. I wake up the next morning feeling a little depressed. I can’t believe that Declan is Connor’s brother. What are the odds that the man of my dreams is my stepbrother’s brother? It’s mind-boggling. Reaching over to my dresser, I pull out his card, look at it, and place it inside my jewelry box. Maybe one day I’l

I kept tossing, turning, and groaning until the dreamcatcher somehow put me to sleep. Back to Dreamland, I didn't escape them. Casper's eyes were on me while he slammed into me, and Jaden wouldn't stop kissing every part of my body, his lips caught while Jordan nibbled my neck. I moaned out and threw my head to the side, the pleasure washing through me, making it impossible for me to resist their touches. I split my legs wider, gasping as Casper's slams got faster and rougher. He leaned towards my ears and whispered, “Still going to keep running away, huh?”