Dreamcatcher Fanfic Novels & Stories

It was truly exasperating, believe me. Finally, my eyes obediently opened wider, granting my desperate wish. However, the vision that greeted me was nothing but a blur, preventing me from seeing clearly. And there it was again, that grating voice. "Luna, you're awake, right?" The blinding lights were abruptly switched off, providing a momentary relief before I turned my gaze to the right. To my dismay, I was confronted with the repulsive and infuriating sight of none other than Dacy! In an instant, pain and anger surged through me, the memories of what transpired at the camping site flooding back. I was certain she was responsible for it all.

I close my eyes and let them flow freely. When did I ever get to this? Being a victim of kidnap, falling in love with a werewolf, being held captive by his werewolf enemy? This all sounds unreal, but this is no fantasy story. It is really happening. I feel like a princess stuck in a very high tower. The is a dragon spitting fire all over the place down there. Is there my knight in shining armor coming to save me? Dwayne is obviously the dragon and his venomous words and actions are the fire. Jace is my knight. Is he going to come for me? Dwayne really sounded sure when he said Jace was going to come for me, because I am his mate.

The chance to be what we were always meant to be. Mates. Partners. Whole. I looked at the moon. Full now. Bright. "One more day," I said to the night. Then I went to prepare. Rhiannon's POV I dreamed of smoke and silver. Of dissolving into mist and reforming. Of flying through stone walls. Of finding Soren in a dark cell and wrapping him in silver smoke and carrying him home. Of Darius fighting beside me. Always there. Always steady. Of making it home. All of us.

Tingles spread from the point of contact, and I privately enjoyed my mate’s presence and personal fragrance as I slid my eyes shut, intending on getting some sleep while the guys went over the recent development of the possible alliance with the dragons on both sides. I was interested despite myself, but I also knew the second leg of our journey would be far more treacherous than the first. I drifted off at some point with the dark thoughts clouding my head. Hunter’s scarred face haunted my dreams, or at least what I imagined it would look like now if he had managed to survive my rejection. It took me a few minutes to realize I was thrashing violently in the back seat with Reese’s strong arm

I hit send, my heart thudding against my ribs. Almost instantly, the screen lit up. Damon: Do you? I blinked. Aria: Do I what? Damon: Wish I was holding you tonight? My thumbs hovered over the screen. And then I typed, without hesitation— Aria: Yes!!! Sleep refused to come. I tossed and turned under the blanket, my skin too warm, my thoughts too loud. The pendant lay on my nightstand, still glowing faintly like a soft heartbeat in the dark. Every time I closed my eyes, the dreams came rushing back—forests burning, silver eyes watching me from the shadows, flames licking at my fingertips like they knew me.

I can say that once upon I dreamt of an alpha because I falls in love with Alpha Duncan in my dream but I ended up marrying Duncan from reality. END

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?"

Sphinx pov I dreamt of claiming my mate and smiled deeply at the intense dream we shared. Dreamscape is one hell of an awesome place. I'm glad I turned her on so well, I was completely satisfied and certain she was too. I'm positive I put a baby in her as well. I'm not sure how to broach the subject with her, but I will continue to break her walls down until she accepts me as her husband. We've both marked each other and mated in dreamscape sealing our union. The little minx is going to be pissed for sure. I smile in my sleep. Alaneo shook me awake and insisted that we leave so I reluctantly transported us back to our own realm.

I said a silent thanks to my Lord as I reached the top of the stairs. Relief washed over me as soon as I threw my weight on my tiny single bed. It was a habit of mine to fidget with the dreamcatcher hanging on the left bedpost - a gift from an old friend. A habit that brought about comfort. I needed the comfort after the weekend I had, and wondered if the dreamcatcher really did have that power. Regardless, my mind felt slightly eased, even though I was too exhausted to actually fall asleep, so I closed my eyes and waited until sleep got the upper hand. I couldn’t stop thinking about the Alpha. How his presence alone had my insides squirming with the type of need I never experienced before.

But not more than the possibility of Mask showing up. A part of me, shamelessly, wanted to see him. The intrigue about his face still lingered in my dreams and my eyes. What would he look like behind that mask? His gray eyes flashed before me. Taking in a troubled breath, I peered at the dreamcatcher. The circulating fluid light in the central hole of the dreamcatcher turned into ripples of light and in the next second, Kyros and Verena were thrown out of the dreamcatcher. Both of them groaned on the floor, covered in tattered clothes, filth all over their bodies.