Dreamcatcher Fanfic Novels & Stories

arrogant, cruel, dangerous. Yet my heart ache for him in ways I don’t understand. I turn over, clutching the pillow. When I finally drift off, it isn’t peace that meets me. The dream returns, this time Misha is with me in the fire screaming and tearing me apart…. Fire Screams Blood Fire Screams Blood Over and Over again.

Now, I tried to escape his scent so my body could relax and not ache for him. Damn him! I took the throw blanket and wrapped myself as I settled in for the night. I closed my eyes and drifted off. I was dreaming I was floating until Hunter’s scent surrounded me. Awareness filled me as two strong arms were cradling me against a solid chest. Exhaustion kept my eyes closed, too tired to fight to stay awake, letting myself drift back to sleep. I was back in the dream meadow, without Diana. Morpheus wasn’t there either, but I wasn’t alone. Hunter stood in front of me, but he looked different.

*Dust* The morning light spills through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the room with a soft, golden glow. I stir awake, feeling the warmth of River’s body pressed against mine, a comforting feeling that grounds me in this moment. The events of last night flicker through my mind, a whirlwind of emotions. My heart races at the memory of our shared intimacy, the way he claimed me, marking me as his mate and Luna. It feels unreal, like something out of a storybook.

“Lucy, I just remembered! Wolves can meet in their dreams. I accidentally called Damian to me once. He said it that he once saw me in his dream too when I was kidnapped, so I was thinking maybe if I can figure out how to do it again, I can tell him and we can be together – without complicating reality.” “That’s amazing!” She exclaims, “Do you think you can figure it out?” “I don’t know, but I’m certainly going to try.”

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.

I came hard, gushing hot cum on him, body shaking violently, screams ripping out as I yanked free, murmuring "it's only a dream." But the heat lingered, pussy still pulsing, thighs drenched. I woke up gasping, the afternoon sun streaming through my bedroom window at Northwind Palace. I was soaked between my legs again, embarrassed even though I was alone and nobody could see what I'd been dreaming about. The same dream, always the same men I'd never met. It happened every single day. A wave of guilt hit me as I sat up on the bed. Why was I dreaming about strangers when I had everything I wanted? I was Luna of Northwind Pack, mated to Alpha Kael Dorian, the man I'd been crushing on since I wa

But mostly… curious. What would those fingers feel like on me? What would it be like to be the girl he’s touching? I shake the thought away. He’s Lucas Black. The guy who’s slept with half the cheer squad. I’m just the nerdy good girl assigned to keep him eligible for basketball. Nothing more. But that night, when I’m alone in bed, my hand slips between my legs as I replay what I saw. And for the first time, the fantasy has a face. Grey eyes.

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

He chuckled and admitted that it was probably overkill, since New York didn’t harbor the big bad bears and other beasts to the extent Montana did, but it was better to be safe than sorry. His explanation was enough to get me to relax and allow my body to heal through sleep. In truth, I wasn’t in a hurry to wake up. My dreams had changed quite a bit since the attack. They were still filled with Marc, but, instead of us always making love, there were outings, dinners, and long walks in the woods tossed into the mix. Little by little, my dreams helped me release the disappointment and pain of being so blatantly used and dumped by Joshua.

Naja growled low in his throat, voice gravelly and laced with instinct. “I’m going to knot you, Charlie,” he whispered. “Mark you in every way. No one will ever doubt you belong to me.” The last thing I heard as my eyelids fluttered closed was a profoundly satisfying growl that vibrated within my body. Naja's arms tightened around me, his breath hot against my ear. My last conscious thought wasn’t fear or doubt—it was his heartbeat, steady against mine, like it had been waiting to sync with me all along.