Dreamcatcher Novels & Stories

I didn’t even doubt that this darkest one would turn out to be a catcher, and maybe there would even be several of them. That night, after the collapse of the roof of the barn, when I lay unconscious, I again had the ill-fated dream. I felt pain in my bare feet and biting blows of branches on my face, as if in reality, but this time something went wrong, the forest ended, and I fell out into a clearing that was flooded with moonlight. From a long run, there was a taste of blood in my mouth, there was almost no strength left, and I, emboldened, turned around to meet my enemy. Darkness swirled a few steps away from me, glossy black ribbons writhing and quivering like tentacles. She did save my

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

I wanted to heal lives and cause people to marvel at what an epitome of a masterpiece of art that I truly was. I am the Dreamer Girl; The Dream Elixir; an escape from this cruel, harsh world. I dream that in this world, I can make a mighty, recognizable change. This world is supposed to be free, full of love and a paradise in it's own axis and I wish to be that elixir that would give people the hope that good dreams still do exist and they happen to people.

Keep on moving forward. **************************** Jake stood in front of the pack house facing towards the entrance, staring intently as if waiting for someone. He was singing a song. (DUE TO HOW LONG HE HAS WAITED FOR HIS MATE, I , THE AUTHOR FEEL IT IS RIGHT TO LET YOU KNOW THE SONG HE WAS SINGING, SO PLEASE ENJOY) Dream Glow I spend my whole life following the night time Can't see the stop sign what you gonna say (Hey) Wandering quietly right into my dreams

The room is filled with a sense of hope and resilience, as they embrace the uncertain future together. In vihaan’s bedroom vihaan was sleeping peacefully. In his dream, Vihaan found himself in a surreal landscape. The sky was a mesmerizing blend of vibrant colors, swirling and shifting like a living canvas. Trees with leaves of silver and gold danced to an unheard melody, and rivers flowed with liquid crystal. It was a world unlike any he had ever seen, both awe-inspiring and unsettling.

It was a dreamcatcher with beads and feathers in colors that matched my sleeve. I turned to Ambrosia who was looking at me with a panicked look on her face and I could hear her heart beating out of her chest. “You drew this?” I asked her. She just nodded. “It’s immaculate, this looks just like me. Even my tattoos are perfect. Except the dreamcatcher, which I don’t have. It’s amazing. You are really talented.” I said to her, closing the book and handing it back to her. “Thank you. I drew the dreamcatcher because when I sleep in your arms it’s like you catch all my bad dreams... You’re not mad that

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

We came from the heavens in the form of dust. That is what made us the humans we are today. The knowing where we come from only is known to a select few. The ones who dream of the stars and planets so far away. The ones who know we will always be Star Dust in the end. Katherine Thomas Chapter 1

When I dream, I see Carnelia waiting for me, wanting me, calling from the other side of a long, dark tunnel. "Primus," she cries, praying for me to return. "I need you. Please, don't die." With a snap, I wake to a cold room, the sound of snores and whimpers blending with the crash of waves. My body, bruised, battered, and singed, burns where cold hands touch me, my flesh unable to make scales to protect me from pain. Blinking up, a drake made of darkness hovers over me, his body outlined in blue as it drains away the fire from the net trapping me.

I put on an anxious and helpless face. "Don’t jinx my son!" Mom immediately covered my mouth, panic in her eyes. Without hesitation, she pulled me toward the stairs. "Wait, Mom. You go first. It’s cold outside. I’ll grab a coat for you." Pretending to fetch a coat, I let her go ahead. In my previous life, I had fallen down those stairs on the fifth floor. This time, something felt off. What was with people lying in wait in the stairwell to push me until I tumbled down?