Dreamcatcher Maison Novels & Stories

Exhausted from the weight of our trials, I found solace in fleeting moments of slumber at Damien's enchanting mansion. As the sun cast gentle rays through the opulent drapes, I slowly awakened from a peaceful sleep. I slipped out of bed, casting a fleeting glance at the expanse of Damien's room. True to the nature of his mansion, it exuded grandeur, grand windows framed by luxurious drapes, exquisite artwork adorning the walls, and intricate details that bespoke the refined taste of its owner.

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?"

“Therefore, before I take care of Lee Sehun's things to be transferred to another place, then I want to meet,'' Lee Umji replied with another special intention. “I see ... alright. Where do you want to meet?'' “How was yesterday's cafe? Close enough right, I guess where we are right now is also not far.'' ''Of course. I'll be ready and thereafter an hour, okay? '' “Okay and Ha Mino ..., '' called Lee Umji, pausing for a moment. ''Yes?'' “Take the Daydream script over there later." Ha Mino smiled spontaneously. “Alright.'' Although Lee Umji only mentioned the Daydream script that he needed to bring, he knew very well what it meant. Hopefully the thinking isn't wrong this time. ***

But today, her focus was off, and she knew why. It was a Dragon Moon--just not for their kingdom. Rather, the kingdom directly to their north, Hightower, would be forced to make the sacrifice that night. Every time a Dragon Moon rolled around, Nya found it difficult to concentrate, even when it wasn’t her kingdom who would choose someone to be taken by the dragon. Just the idea that the bastard would be flying through the sky, filling the air with shrieks and fire, claiming another innocent life. Even if it wasn’t a citizen from Frindom, it was a person who would be dead soon enough, someone who was blameless, and that wasn’t right.

However, when I calm down and realize that it must be light out, I open them. My room is normal again, the door is open and I smell the sweet scent of the maple flavored bacon my mom is frying in the kitchen. Feeling relieved, I start to get out of bed and look down. I had just started to feel like it was a nightmare last night, but the sheets are on the floor. My arm starts to itch, so I go to scratch it and for some weird reason it has a rash on it where the woman drooled on me.

It could house a mini - town, and there would still be space for more people. The door beckoned to me, it's knobs shone in the bright sunlight --- large and golden. Delicious tendrils of memories weaved through my mind at an alarming rate. . . Of me tugging at the door in consternation. Of my cousin shoving me aside and hefting the wide doors open. Of mother hugging me and leading me through the wide doors, of . . . "My son has come home o!" The door was wrenched open and mother ran towards me. It seemed the wind was beneath her feet as she bounded at a fast rate towards me.

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

she chuckled. Yes, it is correct. Her smile was never visible to me. Is it possible that she is having a problem? It's no longer my business to mind so I shrugged. When we arrived at the cafeteria, we immediately placed our bags on a vacant table and proceeded to the counter to order food. I just ordered fried chicken, salad, and a mango shake. "Oh crap! They are here." My gaze was drawn to Sancha, who was squealing quietly at my side. "Who?" "The Millennium Dreams!"