Dreamcatcher Fanfic Novels & Stories

In the depths of slumber, my dreams became a canvas where my mind painted vivid images of the day's events. Within the realm of dreams, the scenes unfolded, replaying the moments of tension and longing. I saw Beatrice's eyes filled with hurt, her confusion mirroring my own. The kiss between her and Alpha Duncan haunted my subconscious, stirring once again a mix of jealousy, anger, and longing within me.

I look awful, and it hurts. [Mitchell, am I going to die? I'm so hungry. I want the spaghetti you used to make me. I've been locked in the dark room for two days. I'm thirsty and starving. [Mitchell, when are you coming to get me? I didn't push her, I swear. [Mitchell, where are you? Why don't you love me anymore? Why did you abandon me? [Mitchell, I feel terrible. I have a fever. My teacher made me stand in ice water. It hurts so much.

she snapped, her necklace glowing, voice sharp with last night’s anger. My heart sank, her rejection cutting deep, but the mate bond flared, her scent wrapping around me. “Bloodclaw’s circling again,” I said, stepping closer. “They hit your vault last night, and they’re not done. Let me fight with you.” Her eyes narrowed, suspicion flaring, but a flicker of longing crossed her face, mirroring mine.

When she made me promise her that I would chase my dream and find her after my first shift. That precious moment. My heart beats as the memory of me spinning around in my home floods my mind—that warm smile. Warm voices. All of it consumes me, taking me out of the present. I forget how brutally Alpha Dragomir thrusts deep in my throat. How much my saliva has mixed with the salty taste of his fluid. The ache in my throat. And the gag reaction. I should stay in my fantasy until the violation is over. Maybe I won’t feel too worthless afterward. And the inner voice that keeps reminding me that I am different won’t be silenced.

* Cicilia says, *"without food, we can't heal properly." "I know," I think back. That night, I dream of Stark, we're back at the river, the moon is white and normal, we're skipping stones and laughing. "I miss you," I tell him in the dream. "I miss you too," he says, "hold on, just hold on, I'll find a way to save you." "Promise?" I ask. "Promise," he says. I wake up crying, the dream felt so real, for a moment, I forgot where I was, forgot about the pain and the silver and the torture.

My hands folded into tight fists. For the first five seconds, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me or maybe I could be dreaming again. These days I could hardly even distinguish between dreams and reality. Maybe my brother was just stalking her and nothing more. No way! It couldn't be My jaw clenched repeatedly. Liam pulls away and left her smiling to herself. The sight of her smile made my blood run cold. I matched up to her and she froze up. "Care to tell me what the hell I just saw" my voice went up the roof.

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu

“You promised to grow old with me, yet you left me. How could you break your promise? “Even if I find another man, I won’t be able to fall in love with him. You’ve captured my heart, and it died when you did. “You’re so cruel. You abandoned me, Dean, and also your parents. “I just want someone to lean on, honey. Duncan is suitable for me and our family. If you can hear me from heaven, please take pity on us and help Duncan and me get together. Make Liberty leave Duncan herself. I don’t want to be a homewrecker.” … Liberty had a weird dream. When she woke up, she recalled a woman with a blurry face in her dream, telling her that Duncan did not want her anymore and that she should leave Duncan

He glanced down at me. "I know I didn't have to...I just wanted to stay like this for as long as we possibly can and I wanted to be awake for it." I peeked up at him to see him watching me closely. "In our lifestyle, there's always someone or something that happens...kidnapping, ransom, deals, and so on. I just wanted to enjoy our perfect, happy little moment." My voice was just barely above a whisper.