Dreamcatcher Item Novels & Stories

Slate was on his own. Nya sank down behind what seemed to be an old abandoned house and hugged her knees to her chest. She dropped her head and took in a few deep breaths as more visions danced before her eyes. Normally, she got these flickers of the future only seconds before they unfolded, but these seemed to be far off in the future. She saw herself and Slate sneaking into a castle, a dark one, large and menacing, one she’d never seen before. She saw a beautiful shimmering gem the size of her fist in her open palm. She saw Slate in his dragon form in chains…. Did that mean, if she were to help him, he’d be captured by the enemy? If that was the case, he’d be better off to let her go.

And from somewhere deep inside me, I assertively whispered, “Relinquo!” Almost as if in response, it leaped off of the man and vanished into the darkness. The room returned to dark and shadowy lighting. I stepped forward, looking at the man's now torn back and reached out to touch it. Suddenly he jumped as. he gasped for air. I stepped back in alarm and grasped the desk. As he settled back into a deep slumber, I turned to look and see what all was on the desk. There was a picture frame made of silver that I could almost see reflections in. A dark book sat there and a small snow globe beside it. I reached out and picked up the snow globe. A smile came across my face as I looked at it closer.

Uncharted territories, cosmic riddles, and the intricate dance of destiny awaited them, ready to reveal secrets that could either fortify or fracture their bond. Niamh, rummaging through her satchel, pulled out a vial containing a swirling, luminescent liquid. "The Dreamweaver isn't easily accessible. We'll need this — Essence of the Ethereal Veil. It'll help our minds sync with the realm's frequency." Isolde, eyeing the vial cautiously, inquired, "How long will its effects last? The Dreamweave's perception of time can be... disorienting." Ezra, taking the vial and examining its contents, responded, "The Essence provides a tether, anchoring us to our reality. But we must be cautious; lingeri

“A normal person would have been killed by now. Don’t dare threaten to leave.” I felt horrible. “I never wanted to be accepted. Ive accepted my reality. That means I will be alone for the rest of my life. I live out of a suitcase. If it doesnt fit, I dont buy it. I don’t own anything personal expect this ring!” Waylon’s eyes went down to my mother’s ring. He stared at it for too long and I started to feel uncomfortable. Walking around, he took my hand and examined the ring. It was a tigers eye stone with a gold band. There were tiny flecks or gold in the tigers eye. I knew it was an extremely rare piece.

I'm going to get soaked, but that's fine because I have spare clothes in my locker. I was about to take a step away from the waiting shed when my wrist was grabbed by a firm hand. My mouth hung open in shock and bewilderment. His manly odor rapidly infiltrated my nose. His gorgeous brown eyes locked on mine. My wrist felt warm in his calloused and rough grasp. When I saw how much this guy resembled a Greek god, my jaw split open once more! His hair was dark brown and perfectly coiffed, and he had a high and pointed nose with sharp cheekbones chiseled down to his flinty jaw, which appeared to be sculpted and trimmed to perfection.

I guess my presence acted as a thief deterrent. "You have a dreamcatcher windchime," Gia commented, prodding her finger at the tubular cylinders. "I always wanted one of these." "It was a present from my best friend's mom," I told her. "She made it herself." I opened the door and took a step inside, kicking the mail out of the way. "Go on through. I'll lock up behind us." "Do they work?" she asked, letting go of the jingling chimes.

He takes out a velvet case from his coat pocket and hands it to me. "What's this?" I ask. "Open it." I flip the case open and at first, I'm confused as to why he would give me something like this because I wouldn't need it but then I think of it as a nice gesture. I lift the dream catcher out of the case. A silver moon sits in the circle as white feathers and tassels hang from it. I trail my finger along the beautiful feathers. "It's Beautiful Ri," I say and he smiles. "I know we don't sleep but this one is a relic. It immediately brings a jumper back to the realm of light if they are in any danger in the dream realm," he explains as his blue eyes find mine.

she wished. "Maxwell...." she called the name and there, the man appeared before her like a god. He was one with the darkness because of his black outfit. She gave him an unbelievable stare, a smile tugged her lips. What could be more magical than wishing for something and then, boom! the thing appears out of the blue. She stared excitedly at his perfect sculptured face and his harmless ocean green eyes which were gazing at her intensively. He strode in her direction holding a gun with an emotionless face. He yanked the rope off her and carried her in his muscular arms in a bridal form and headed to the entrance.

My eyes slammed shut, and my lips parted as my walls clenched even tighter and the ecstasy built up even higher. Every thrust, constriction, beat, and sweat that dropped from my back caused the pleasure in me to triple. Stars burst before my eyes as my body trembled. The slap our thighs made when they slapped against each other faded along with their pants and groans, while my eyes rolled with the heightening pleasure. And then splash! I released a loud moan and pulled my eyes open. But to my surprise, I was hit with darkness. I blinked and stared again. The dreamcatcher hung over my head, dangled from side to side, signalling that I was back in my room, awake and alone.

He reached for her. And the Cradle screamed. “Don’t touch it!” He froze, hand inches from the crystal’s surface. The image of Aria flickered, then snarled. Her eyes turned black. Her skin peeled like wet paper. And Kael saw what it really was. Not a memory. Not a ghost. A trap. A piece of the Dream-Eater’s mind. The Cradle yanked him back just as the shadow lunged from the crystal’s surface. It crashed into the stone behind him, hissing and shrieking, but she raised her hand and snapped her fingers.