Dreamcatcher Odd Eye Novels & Stories

“We won’t be able to plastic this one but it actually heals faster than any other part of your body. It should be good in about an hour.” I nodded, my head feeling weird with the lack of hair on one side. “Can I look at this one?” “Of course.” Paul motioned to the full length mirror Carl had in his living room. Walking up to it, I inspected the side of my head. It was a very tribal design and looked a lot like Casper’s, or what you could see of it, in the photo. However, there was a major difference. You could see the individual designs for each of the guys, showing that they were a part of me. What I hadn’t expected was what Paul had chosen for me. It was a moon-shaped dreamcatcher. The moo

"Maybe we need to put in ice or something." "I’m okay, it’s healing. Hunter was just being stubborn and gawking at you instead of healing me completely." "Hunter! Is he your wolf?" Her eyes suddenly brightened up as she continued to gaze up at me and slowly lowered my hand. I nodded and let my eyes swirl into full black, letting Hunter show his eyes to our mate. Nadia’s mouth opened and went into an ‘o’ shape, making my dick come to life in an instant. She was gasping in excitement as her eyes swirled and changed color to a dark shade of gray, giving us a view of her wolf’s eyes.

Ann planned to make her way to the library to see if there are any books on Vampires, Werewolves, Hybrids, Shamans, and Hunters as she can only find myths on the net that does not match the info she has gathered thus far. After breakfast, Ann took a walk to the library. On her way to the library, she noticed the dream catchers with snow owl feathers. ‘Mr. Ondrink and his pack must have completed the ritual to keep vampires out of town,’ Ann thought to herself, inspecting one of the dreamcatcher. Mr. Ondrink drove past Ann, and she noticed he was driving towards Jessica’s house. ‘Probably going to inform her today who she really is,’ Ann wondered. ***

He may not have smelled me, but as I took a step closer and the snow made that annoying crunch it does sometimes, he certainly heard me. His ears perked, and he quickly rounded on me with a snarl. There was madness in his amber eyes. It was strange to look into eyes similar to River and Sage. The color may be the same, but nothing else matches. Dane’s eyes didn’t have the light in them like the twins’. Their eyes are bright, full of life and mischief. Dane’s eyes are dull, the life drained from them, and the only spark in them was from this made quest to maintain power.

Nobody knew Lara was trapped in a dark room beneath where they stood. Lara had a high fever and was trembling. How long had she been sick? She had no idea how long she had been imprisoned in the dim, humid room. In the hot, dark room, she was daydreaming about flying. And that some creatures were slowly knitting her together. She screamed and pleaded for her freedom, but no one could hear her. She knew she was going to die there. And death was heading straight for her. But her mind was still yearning for something; for fresh air and sunlight. She was half dead in her situation and couldn't take it anymore. "Kill me, please. I can't take it any longer."

It doesn’t make me jealous that I don’t get to be the Alpha and show this pack that women can lead, that a woman can be an Alpha. “Fine. Okay, things have been weird since just before Crista showed up.” I admitted setting the glasses out on the counter. “What does that mean? Weird how? What happened?” Zoe questioned, at least starting to help me as she got drinks and healthy snacks out of the fridge. “I had a dream or a vision. I don’t know. I’ve never had something like this happen before. There were two men and a woman who looked like me yet wasn’t. She didn’t have my red streaks or blue eyes. It was what I’d look like if I wasn’t a hybrid and got mama’s brown eyes.” I sighed.

I think I'm going to stay for just two days at this school. I was about riding off when my eye caught a passenger in the front of the bus. the only passenger there actually. Her head was leaned on the window and her eyes were closed but I could tell she wasn't sleeping cause she kept smiling and scrunching her nose and I could have sworn I saw her pout her lips for a split second. As if she had just kissed somebody. It's like she's day dreaming and In that moment She looked so peaceful like nothing could harm her.

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?"

I scramble away from her and as I do, I fell myself bump again something, or someone. I scramble away, tossing myself from whoever or whatever that was that I touched, landing in the middle of the pit as the light that was directed toward me now falls onto what I just had my body leaning against. It’s another woman, her eyes lifeless as her head droops to the side at an unnatural angle. Her hair is red and her eyes are brown, just like all the rest and as I stare at her, a gigantic cockroach runs out of her mouth and down her neck. In the dream I started screaming at this point and this was when Owen woke me up, stopping my screams of terror as he plants kisses all over my head and face whil

I’ll wait. She stared at the message for a long time. Then she turned her phone off and tried to sleep. Sleep didn’t come easy. When it did, she dreamed of eyes, Ethan’s warm brown ones smiling at her across an airport terminal, and another pair, darker, watching from the shadows. In the dream she walked toward Ethan but kept glancing back, pulled by something she couldn’t name.