Dreamcatcher Odd Eye Novels & Stories

Gathering all her courage she turn around with closed eyes. She stand there taking deep breathes, expecting something gonna happen but after sometime when she didn't feel anything , she finally open her eyes peeking through her lashes. "Offf!" A wave of relief spread all over her founding no one there. "I'm stop seeing any kind of horror or mystery movie", shaking her head she again wash her sweaty face . After rubbing her face with a towel she walk outside. "Aaaah!" A scream left from her lips when she take a step out and a hand grab her neck. Her eyes come out of socket as she started thrashing when she saw a black figure there.

She was my best friend after all. “Okay, let me start again. I get this dream from time to time about a woman and a unicorn and an elf and a fairy.” I went on explaining the dream as I had to Josh. I described every one of them to her and as I did, I could see it all in my mind. When I got to the end where they all turn to welcome the stranger, I caught my first ever glimpse of him. His long, dark brown hair perfectly reflected the sun as it shined. His complexion was even and tan, almost like Laylan's perfect skin tone. But his eyes! His eyes were breathtaking! Warm brown rimmed beautiful blue eyes with dark lashes that lined them, making them stand out.

God… I press my lips together, dragging a hand down my face as the memory hits me again too clear, too sharp, like it just happened instead of hours ago. The way he looked at me. That stranger. The one with the eyes that looked like they’d seen too much and still decided I was worth staring at like… like I was something he’d been searching for. Fuck my life! I press my palms against my eyes, groaning into my pillow as I roll onto my back. “Get it together, Zorya,” I mutter to myself. Because what and who the hell was that? I mean he looked at me with those beautiful eyes of his, yes beautiful because maybe he was weird but he was handsome weird like really fucking handsome..

, Fleki whispers, “No, I can hear her heart beating.” Rubbing my eyes as they opened, briefly blinded by the late afternoon sun beaming through the forest canopy above where I lay. I squinted, and when my eyes finally focussed, I realised a pair of eyes glistening with gold, and long black lashes that curled upwards, so intensity that made me gasp, were staring right back at me. “Please don't hurt me “. Frantically I started searching the ground for something to protect myself with. Then, realising my search was futile, I abruptly sat up, trying to muster as much dignity as I could.

I don’t know why he was so adamant to have me when he could just mark and mate with Samantha making her his Luna. I’m guessing when they disappear they go back to run the pack. The one that I didn’t believe existed until they came back smelling of different scents one day a while back. It would be so helpful if I could remember something. Anything! Just one thing, please mind. Tell me who it is that I miss so much, help me cure my aching heart. The men in my dreams, the woman and man, the group of people around my age telling me things like I should be familiar with them.

I blink my eyes replacing the dream to see a nightmare unfolding before me. A huge monster is holding Lyrica by the throat and Cooper has been knocked out by something, or something like that. Lyrica’s face is filled with horror, her eyes wide and glassy, her hands holding on to the monsters trying to make it release her, but I know there is no use. Quickly I grab my bow and put the arrow on the string, slowly I pull it back hoping to avoid the monsters attention. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Stops me in my tracks.

He has me lay in the bed, raise my tip to reveal my stomach and he squirted gel on me, “this shouldn’t take long, let just look around and see what we can find!” Damon is staring at the screen just waiting for something to pop up. I see his eyes squinting trying to figure out the screen but he has no clue what he’s looking for. I think he looks super cute but I will know it when I see it.

“I think... it dreams. And the flame we seek is in its prison.” That night, Elizabeth dreamed again. But this dream was not fire or shadow. It was cold. She stood atop a frozen mountain, the wind tearing at her like knives. Before she was a door made of ice and silver veins, pulsing with a faint light. A voice echoed behind it. Not a whisper. A heartbeat. She stepped forward and touched the ice. And the world cracked. A vast eye opened beneath her feet blue as the deepest sea, rimmed in frost. It looked into her... and through her.

He just wants a simple yes or no but whenever he opens his mouth to talk he just keeps yelling. "Serena look me in the eye and tell me yes or no and I promise not to disturb you again" And there came the long expected answer. What do you think would be her reply? Do you think Serena made the right decision and what do you have to say about Ella.

You know when your mind sees something that is so utterly beautiful, so unworldly that it distinctively focuses on the pinnacle of its interest, zeroing in on that magnificent sight, having everything else blur in the background? That's what Nate's eyes did to me. The golden, caramel orbs locked on mine and it was all I could see. His eyes are red rimmed as if the surgery was still taken its toll but his face is bare and so responsive. The butterflies, the ones that have become paralyzed a few weeks back, twitch and flutter when Nate's pupils dilate and his clear, breathtaking eyes roam around my face before dropping down my body.