Dreamcatcher Odd Eye Novels & Stories

The eye above the world opened wider. Light spilled across the heavens. Reality groaned. The dream was nearing its end. The Heart looked upward. Fear flashed across its face. Then alarm. Then urgency. Something had changed. The child suddenly turned toward the broken sky. "No." Everyone followed its gaze. The eye wasn't alone anymore. A second shape was emerging beyond reality. Vast. Ancient. Impossible. A hand. A colossal hand reaching through the cracks in existence. The Caller was no longer merely waking. It was reaching.

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

Images flashed behind my eyes— A woman with hair like moonlight. Hands soaked in blood. A child wrapped in a white cloth. An argument. A curse. Fire. Zenaida screaming a name— “Drael!” The vision snapped. I stumbled back, gasping. Malrik caught me before my knees hit the dirt. “Easy,” he murmured. “Breathe.” “I saw—” My voice shook. “I saw her. And someone else. A man.” “Drael,” he confirmed. “The one who cursed me.” I froze.

Sleep takes me fast. And for the first time in six days I dream. Not about stone walls or grey light or masks. About a hall. About light coming through windows that have been closed for sixty years. About a man at the end of it... waiting.

I nodded. "Your wish is my command, my Queen. I'll take my blindfold now," I warned everybody else, and touched the knot Sohan made before then began to unmake it. Folding it and putting it on my lap, I blinked, getting used to the light again. I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized.

Both of them moved in an intoxicated dance of limbs, and touching him was like being handed the holy grail…like her heart was either going to mend or to either break…she was tired of the foreplay, she needed more… “Take me please…” she pleaded, unzipping his jeans with her hand…. “Open your eyes…” he whispered to her. “I do not want to.” “You have to.” Slowly she opened her eyes….and what she saw sent a paralyzing scream out of her….it was a pair of shimmering red eyes and she was unable to run…she was trapped in both the present and the dream land… ** Odin laughed as he felt stronger…he could tell that he was going to have her….she was weak…and so was Ichabod…

There were people waiting for her with torches in their hands too, eager to hear what their High Priestess had to say about the Moon, and wanting to know if they should continue their mission of trying to kill the Bride. This was The Eye. The Eye comprised of villagers from the Capital whose Alterer started to glitch way before now, allowing them to question a lot of things that others had been manipulated to view as normal. The High Priestess was the only one who understood them and promised them a solution. For this reason, they followed her. "Is it happening?" One asked. "Will it finally kill the Bride?" Another asked.

They were in the dream of a being greater than time. Every heartbeat changed the world. Every thought rewrites history. Then the eye spoke. Not in words. With memories. Mara saw pictures. Stranger life. Stranger worlds. Infinite oceans under black stars. Cities built from memory. People who changed their past like clothes. And everywhere: The eye. Watching. Watching. Not dominant. Protective. Mara keuchte. “It’s not a monster.” Lyra nodded. ‘No’ “It was never one.” ‘No’

My eyes slammed shut, and my lips parted as my walls clenched even tighter and the ecstasy built up even higher. Every thrust, constriction, beat, and sweat that dropped from my back caused the pleasure in me to triple. Stars burst before my eyes as my body trembled. The slap our thighs made when they slapped against each other faded along with their pants and groans, while my eyes rolled with the heightening pleasure. And then splash! I released a loud moan and pulled my eyes open. But to my surprise, I was hit with darkness. I blinked and stared again. The dreamcatcher hung over my head, dangled from side to side, signalling that I was back in my room, awake and alone.

From what I'd read in fairy tales and children's books, witches were evil fairies that pretty much did all sorts of evil deeds…was I supposed to do something like that? Cameron tightened his hand on mine, as if he understood what was going through my mind. When I looked up at him, he gave me a reassuring smile. It helped take some of my worries away. We stopped on the second floor and Darcia knocked on the third door to the right. It had an ornate dream-catcher right at the entrance, made with beads and crystals rather than feathers. A girl opened the door almost immediately, looking at the five of us as if she had already been expecting us here. Which wasn't all that surprising if I conside