Dreamcatcher Item Novels & Stories

"I have what you seek. Charms that reveal the truth, the hidden, the forgotten." Cassie's eyes widened as she took in the array of enchanted items. She reached out, her fingers brushing against a pendant shaped like a crescent moon. It hummed with power, a soft glow emanating from its depths. Beside her, Xavier's gaze was drawn to a silver wolf's head, its eyes like twin moons. Xiemna, meanwhile, found herself drawn to a small, intricately carved wooden figurine of a wolf, its eyes glowing with a soft, ethereal light.

In a corner sits two potted plants, filled will soil from each of our pack lands, a small table in between with another blade sitting in between for the Silver Run ceremony. On one wall hangs a beautiful dream catcher with intricate crystal work, the colors incorporating Siver Run and New Moon. The outside ring holds a quote, but I can't make it out from this distance and poor light. "May we always catch our dreams," Damon whispers, gently placing me on my feet. "I had it commissioned to hang in our room." The uncertainty hangs in his words, reminding me of the preteen boy I knew all those years ago. "It's beautiful," I whisper, looking him in the eyes, then feeling guilty that I didn't have

– retractable gauntlets forged from the first star Coyote ever tricked - For Rowan → “Grimoire of Unwritten Futures” – a living book that rewrites itself to counter any spell thrown at him - For Nerida Vey → “Singularity Tentacle Sheaths” – armor that turns her tentacles into miniature black holes on command - For Kayo → “Nine-Tail Mirage Kimono” – fabric woven from illusions and foxfire that lets her become any one of us at will All of them require materials from the drowned Dacia. Perfect timing, Crown.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

I’m flushed deep plum, I know by my scalded cheeks, and as everyone cranes their neck to ogle my things, my skin burns hotter, even though I have to be as dark as I can get. Really, it’s a usual scavenger assortment. A notebook and a grease pencil stub. Rocks. Some crystals. A slingshot. Carabiners, paper clips, fishing lures, a blue handkerchief, a compass with a broken needle, my good compass, a metal thimble, a porcelain thimble, knitting needles, matchbooks, a Bic lighter, a beeswax candle, a pocket knife, a corkscrew, a magnifying glass, a brass letter opener, a fidget spinner, the shards of mussel and snail shells, the bottle cap with the red eagle, and a bag of cat treats. And lying r

Usually, people would use this money for housing, food, and (more often than not) boost. Every person in this large warehouse had chosen to live in this dream state in lieu of these things. "We have a few rooms that you can choose from." He went on. "Our most popular room is the Social Circle. It has been designed to be an alternate reality where your imagination is the limit on what can be done. We've hooked up with several other dream sync houses so that this world is like a city in itself. We have superheroes, dragon slayers, executive business men; you name it.

I announced as we got out of the car. Pearl spotted a small girl selling dream catchers and being a sucker for one, she ran quickly into the mall to patronize the girl and probably get seven or ten of those. If you enter Pearl’s room, you’ll get sick of dream catchers aside from the pink color that gives you an instant headache. I was about following her when a hand suddenly pulled me back. When I looked down, it was a weird woman in a black dress, matching the color of her eyes, her nails and toes were painted black, with her black hair.

With that I fell into a deep slumber. I woke up with a pain in my neck,it wasn't easy sleeping on the bare floor. Also it seemed I had caught a cold, I sneezed and my eyes watered. I checked the time on my Watch..it was one of my most prized possession, it was given to me by Christine as a birthday gift. It was 6:30 AM. I quickly arranged myself, I was hungry as hell,but there was no way I could get anything to eat. The restaurant usually opens by 7:30AM, it would be a very long time but I have no choice.

I hope he gets it. Exhausted, I slip into a pair of comfortable panties and an old track meet shirt. I turn off the lights and flip over onto my back. My room is still bare, and the only things out of their boxes are my clothes and sheets. The rest of my nicknacks – photos, memorabilia, posters and track medals – are still packed away. I know I should at least hang my golden and purple tapestry I found at the flea market back in one of the cities I had a meet in. But the effort seems trivial.

Adrian likened it to a millstone, watching as the ghost's soul was slowly crushed within the Spectral Snare's aura until finally being confined within it. Adrian felt compelled to dedicate time to researching it and the other bronze treasures upon his return. He believed these thirteen items were more formidable than any treasures he had encountered in the dragon realm. Apart from the Lunar Edge and the Dragon Dial with their specific functions, most items in the dragon realm were useless to him. However, the Spectral Snare was different. He was certain it had more uses beyond suppressing the supernatural.