Dreamcatcher Item Novels & Stories

“That was exactly the problem.” The river stirred. The First Dreamer did not speak. He simply listened. Ama closed her fingers around the pendant. “What happened?” Orion hesitated. Then he reached into the pocket of his coat. From within, he withdrew a small object wrapped in faded cloth. It looked ancient. Carefully, he unfolded it. Inside rested a fragment of cracked silver crystal. The moment Ama saw it, another memory rushed toward her. A circular chamber. The Architects standing in silence. The First Dreamer at the center.

It was the silliest picture of my cat. The pinned contact name at the top read, "Darling".

Different magical creatures came by to say well done and gave me special items to keep me safe. Even Cyrus and the Awakened paid us a visit, presenting us with a beautiful artifact — a small, intricately carved crystal that glowed with a soft, pulsing light. “This is said to protect unborn children,” Cyrus explained, placing the crystal in my hand. “We want you to have it.” I was really moved by the gesture and felt a lump in my throat. “Thank you, Cyrus,” I said. “This means more to me than you can imagine.” That night, I had my first cravin' big time preggo. I woke up in the middle of the night really wanting some chocolate chip and pickles.

Everything about this place is undeniably her. I scan the room. There’s a clerk behind the counter, but I don’t see her yet. “Welcome,” the clerk says with a polite smile. “Is there anything I can help you with?” “I’m looking for the kids’ necklace—the silver one with the teardrop gem.” “Ah, the Dreamguard pendant. We still have a few in stock. Let me get one for you.” As she turns away, I hear the door to the back room open. I freeze.

I need to get supplies that can help me create a potent dream blocker. Not comfortable having the incubus on my ass, I turn around and decide to take a stroll around Crestbane before heading to the store. Fortunately, he finally got the memo and left me. Forty-five minutes later, I arrive at my dorm and pause outside the door with a frown. The four princes are all leaning on the rail just opposite my door. And not just that. There is a dream blocker hanging on my door frame, A fancy necklace with a white fang I believe belongs to the dead Vampire, hanging beside the dream blocker, a pack of food, and two boxes of things I have no idea what.

Ryan asked. Looking, she flinched before walking to him and holding the dream catcher she thought she threw out. “It’s a.. a dream catcher. It protected me when I was little, having bad dreams.” She smiled softly, remember when her father gave it to her. “Oh, it must be something precious to you.” He smiled as he looked around more. Then she thought of something. “Here you can have it.” She said, extending the dream catcher towards him which he gasped and looked at her with an unsure look, “I don’t get bad dreams anymore.” She smiled.

The gamer rejoiced at the success of his fishing strategy until he realised just how wrong he was. Floating at the surface of the lake with his dagger embedded into it was the monster’s umbrella. More precisely, it was a blue mushroom cap without a glowing stalk or pixie. Curious, Zen retrieved the bobbing blue mushroom, and upon contact, it immediately converted into an item in his inventory. === Item: Pixie Paradox Parasol Cap Description: A part of the Pixie Paradox Parasol monster that can be regrown. Used to create water-breathing mask filter. ===

I didn't want to go in, but I felt the pull to, so I took hold of the door nub, shaped as a lion's head, and pulled. It opened silently. I stood on the threshold, looking, but not really seeing anything. I walked further into the room and stopped. Suddenly, my eyes seemed to clear, and I stood looking around in a daze. I was in the throne room, standing directly in front of the throne. My pupils widened. I looked around, wondering why I had come here. As I made to leave, something caught my attention on the throne. I drew closer to it and slowly climbed up the marble stairs that led to the throne. I bent down to peer at it. It was a neck bead. I frowned as I picked it up.

A rush of excitement and determination surged through me as he presented a bracelet-like artifact, its centerpiece a gleaming crystal that held the promise of turning the tide against the witches' relentless assaults on my pack. Reaching out, I accepted the bracelet, my fingers tracing the intricate details of the ancient relic. The weight of its significance settled in my palm, a tangible symbol of hope and power in the face of darkness. As I examined the crystal, a sense of purpose and resolve filled me, knowing that this precious piece held the key to our victory.