Dreamcatcher Odd Eye Novels & Stories

A gust of wind hits us blowing out the candles. A vision hit’s me. This is not how it usually happens. My mother is the one who always gets the message but this time it’s me. “I see a man. I don’t know who he is, but I think he is a werewolf. He is in a packhouse of some sort. He has dark hair and eyes. His eyes have a reddish tent to them though like rogues.” I feel Cole’s hand squeeze mine hard. “Let me see if I can get a name. He has a scar over his right eye.” I tell them and Cole’s hand squeezes mine almost too hard. I sink myself deeper into the vision.

Then all the lamps went out. Only the refrigerator was still buzzing. And in the dark we heard it. A slow blink. Not with the ears. With a little deeper. Open and close. Like a Lid. I fell on my knees. My breathing was flat. Then I saw it. Not really. Rather inside my head. An eye. Golden. Too big. It looked straight to me from darkness. And a voice — small, clear, peaceful — spoke in my interior: “Mama, you let the wrong one go.”

Becca rolled her eyes, panting a bit herself. "Beginners luck." She complained. "Doesn't matter... show me the thing." Demitri said, still out of breath. Becca took a deep breath and started jogging again. "It's this way." She said. "MORE?!?!" Demitri whined loudly and ran to keep up. Becca ran up to the clearing she saw in the woods and looked back at Demitri who wasn't too far behind her. He caught up and stood next to her, looking puzzled.

Thus, she wants to avoid it. While she was still thinking about it, the crouching girl suddenly raised her head and their eyes met. Althea stared at her peculiar eyes. She was meters away from her but she could vaguely see its color. It was gray, nearly silver. The odd girl’s eyes are oddly pretty. Althea was so fascinated by it that she forgot to walk away.

"My name is Raya Dawn and I am the last in the Dawn of the Dragons. You mess with me and you know it better…" She had raged in her eyes and by now her eyes had turned violet, thinking under the dim yellow light. "Not now, my Lady…" Griffin put a hand on her shoulder so that she will come back into her normal form. Nixer remained silent but he was terrified deep down. He has the idea of the power this woman holds. And another moment she came back into her normal form, her eyes went back natural.

However most of them are often content hiding behind the shadows like Orion, known among fairy folk as Morpheus derived from the God of sleep in Greek Mythology. People haunted by nightmares or troubled by insomnia are who he blesses more so if one hangs a dreamcatcher at home. He takes pride in his role. Not a single person in Aurum City goes unrewarded with a good night's sleep after he pays a visit until she comes along... Aster Nguyen, the mortal tormented by her visions.

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

When I go to stand back up to find somewhere to hide, I’m thrown backwards into a tree, hitting my head. I groan and let my vision come to focus. My head begins to throb as I sit up and I notice I am nowhere near the fight. A hooded figure comes to view, I try to stand but stumble from dizziness. The hooded figure gets closer and lets out a horrid screech. I start gasping as a blue wisp starts to come from my parted lips and I feel as if my energy is being drained. Right before darkness consumes me, I see those purple eyes with gold flecks.

God, she looked like a Victorian lady, so elegant and, bloody hell, like a very precious ornament that he couldn’t afford to touch. Today she had her long, ash brown curls loosely braided and resting over one shoulder. As he came closer, he noticed that today her eyes were two different colors again. Her left eye was an azure-blue color, bright and shinning just like the clear blue sky above New York City on this very fine spring day. Her right eye, on the other hand, was the color of the moon on a stormy night, a mauve-gray color that he’d never seen before on any person. No, he was lying there. He had actually seen that very same odd color on one particular person. He was the young, famous

RED'S POV I dreamed I was standing on a mountain top, looking down at the cliff below. The stiff breeze coming from the sea that sprawled beyond the cliff ruffled my hair into a mess. Instead of listening to the chirping of the birds, the gushes of the wind, and the rustling of the leaves, I heard the beeping of machines.