Dreamcatcher Fanfic Novels & Stories

Faythe I’ve never been this turned on in my life. I’ve felt arousal, the kind you have when you see a cute guy for the first time or when Alpha Hunter stripped his clothes off in the Healing Springs, but this is something else. I just had the most erotic dream of my life, and nothing really happened. It felt so real. I could feel Alpha Hunter’s hands on my thighs, I could taste him on my tongue, and when he called me 'mate', I felt the butterflies in my stomach. I don’t know why the dream ended before it got to the good part, but lying here in the dark, I know there is only one thing to stop the strum of desire rolling through me. I glance at the door just to confirm it's closed; it's also l

“I, Catherine Grey, daughter of Alpha Daniel of the Silver Moon pack, hereby reject you, Drake Sullivan, Beta of the Blood Moon Pack, to be my mate as I would like to choose Damien Ranskahov to be my only mate from this moment forward.” Midnight howled. The next thing I heard was Drake groaning in pain and I collapse on the cold, hard floor feeling something inside me break so painfully a thousand times over. It's done. The world suddenly went black as I passed out. When I woke up, it's already in the afternoon. Porcelain white ceiling, a huge motherfreaking chandelier, and a figure of a person sitting on my right came into view. It was Damien. I glanced at his face and he was also looking

Rain’s POV I was having a wonderful dream. My parents and everyone else was safe and home again. I still wasn’t sure what had dragged me from my perfect dream. It was almost like someone was daring to practice black magic in my mansion. Anger stirred swiftly inside me but I knew that I needed to proceed with caution. I looked at my mate’s side of the bed and noticed he was gone. I masked my powers and sent them searching the mansion. It was my way of keeping up with everyone here. I found Connie and Thomas in the dinning room. ShyElle and the evil fae Prince were in the sitting room. The darkness I felt was projecting from the fae Prince. Willix was inside his bedroom clinging to Syndel’s pi

Micha practically shouted. “And what do you mean by dreaming of her?” Eric added. I leaned back against the chair and closed my eyes, but I could feel Micha and Eric watching me. I opened my eyes back up to see both my friends carefully watching me. “I’ve been dreaming of a mysterious girl for as long as I can remember. She was perfect, my dream girl and no one could ever compare to her, but then the other night at your dad's party I saw Ayla, and my world stood still. She was the girl in my dreams and now that I’ve met her, spoken to her, and touched her, I can’t let her go, but I have to. I can’t have a human as a mate.”

MY ALARM WENT OFF at eight-thirty a.m. I stretched, feeling wonderful and recalling no dreams whatsoever. Sometimes I forgot what normal sleep was like. It felt fabulous. I thought I'd have trouble sleeping after worrying so much about the substitute in English yesterday. Had I done anything different? I retraced my bedtime preparations, hoping that I could recreate my restful night by repeating whatever I'd done. Dinner with Dad, laundry, a half-hearted attempt to clean up my bedroom, and then off to bed. Normal stuff. Except ... when I was lying in bed, I had been thinking about something Zander said, that I was so much more than his girlfriend. And it had conjured up all sorts of warm fee

DAKOTA Right after I'd left Dashiell's property, I'd headed home and curled up in bed, my emotions running high. I'd been determined to keep my distance from my mate. However, everything changed when I fell asleep and dreamt of my past life as Alyssa. I'd dreamt of the exact moment when Violet betrayed Dashiell and delivered him into the hands of the Guild. I'd awoken with an overwhelming feeling of yearning. Refusing to give in, I'd spent the rest of the day in my room. Consequently, this yearning only worsened, and Ocean wouldn't stop whining in my head. So, I decided to swallow my pride, slip on my coat, and leave the house.

“Why are you taking the hard path, Winter? Can’t you see? You are suffering so much. I can help you.” “No. Never. I will not allow you to touch me.” My words successfully drove him insane. His eyes changed to golden, and I saw how the corner of his lips tugged upwards. Before I could digest all the changes that happened, Dante was already crawling toward me. He slammed my body into the bed and trapped me between his legs. He was on top of me while his hands pressed my shoulder with so much force. “What did you say? You are my fucking mate! If I want to touch you, you will have to accept. No rejection is allowed.”

I held her close, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating as one. She pulled away from me, and she sat on top of me, her legs straddling me. Locking her eyes onto mine, she whispered. “Help me, Rykor, break my curse and make me yours.” I jolt awake. Morning light filtered through the curtains, pulling me from the intoxicating dream. My body felt the lingering effects of our imagined union, a sense of fulfilment yet yearning filling my heart. The vividness of the dream left me in a haze, a testament to how real it had felt.

My eyes try to make out the different colors of the wolf mural that is painted up there, but sadly, the dim orange light of the bed lamp is not bright enough to reach it. “Sleep, Cara,” Dane whispers. “I want to watch you sleep.” I know I should not smile, but I do it anyway. “It is the other way round, Dane. Dreamcatchers don't sleep. The nightmare will crawl back in if I do.” His warm breath tickles my neck as he exhales deeply. “I don't think so. You are a different kind of dreamcatcher.” My smile widens. I am really tempted to just steal a glance at him, just a glance.

CHAPTER FOUR Casey’s POV: I bite my lip, feeling rather interrogated under his scrutinizing gaze. “I… I’ve been dreaming. There’s this man with violet eyes. Every night, Danny. And he calls me that. That I’m his mate.” I watch as his face darkens, and he steps closer. “Casey, you need to be careful. If you’re seeing him in your dreams, it means he’s trying to reach you. That’s no ordinary man you’re dreaming about.”