Dreamcatcher Novels & Stories

*Dust* The morning light spills through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the room with a soft, golden glow. I stir awake, feeling the warmth of River’s body pressed against mine, a comforting feeling that grounds me in this moment. The events of last night flicker through my mind, a whirlwind of emotions. My heart races at the memory of our shared intimacy, the way he claimed me, marking me as his mate and Luna. It feels unreal, like something out of a storybook.

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

And Haley Sterling, the worst singer in the universe, holding everything together with pink light and pure, magnificent chaos. The compass pointed downward, steady and warm. In the egg chamber, Haley hummed. And far below the crystallized floor, the First Dreamer discovered the concept of chocolate and trembled with delight.

I held it in my hand and looked carefully at it. No this can't be. Suddenly, Memeories flood my brain. *where did you get that* *it was a birthday present* *it is pure evil* *as long as you wear that thing, evil will continue to follow you* *this is your future* OH MY GOD! Just as my heart was pounding against my chest, the bracelet sparkled. THE END

Where no part of the town seems to be untainted by their evil ways. I finally collapse back onto my bed, my eyes glued open wide but blank. I know I won’t be able to sleep even though it’s what I want the most. Instead I am stuck in a state of waiting. And I don’t even know what exactly I’m waiting for. I’m at the mercy of whatever gets thrown my way next. 15 Chapter Fifteen

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Sometimes they feel so real, too real and too vivid that sometimes I wake up crying and I don’t know why or even remember why! 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝒁𝑶𝑹𝒀𝑨’𝑺 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕…..

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

Like I’ve finally found out what I was made for. They let me clean up. Stand under the spray while the evidence washes off my skin, down the drain, out of sight. But I can still feel them inside me. Can still feel the ache in my pussy, my ass, my throat. The pleasant soreness that says you were used well. Someone hands me a towel. Someone else gives me a hoodie – massive, smelling like cologne, MITCHELL printed on the back. Darren’s hoodie. “Keep it,” he says when I try to give it back. “Looks better on you anyway.”

I said a silent thanks to my Lord as I reached the top of the stairs. Relief washed over me as soon as I threw my weight on my tiny single bed. It was a habit of mine to fidget with the dreamcatcher hanging on the left bedpost - a gift from an old friend. A habit that brought about comfort. I needed the comfort after the weekend I had, and wondered if the dreamcatcher really did have that power. Regardless, my mind felt slightly eased, even though I was too exhausted to actually fall asleep, so I closed my eyes and waited until sleep got the upper hand. I couldn’t stop thinking about the Alpha. How his presence alone had my insi