Dreamcatcher Odd Eye Novels & Stories

I went back into his car like that morning when I was meeting his friends but I didn’t go too down so I would be able to see Beck as he was standing on guard with his gun in his hand looking over and all about the lonely road of route 17 Suddenly as he stood there in a flash I saw him on the floor with me beside him blood was all over my palms; his blood actually. Bullet dragged me into the woods and then I saw River tied in the same position of the crucifix at the church Mom and I went to on Easters. My eyes let down tears as I saw River whimpering in pain, soon that scene faded and I was infront of a small cottage at the side of a little lake and then the whole scene faded again and still

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

he shouted thunderously. I am surprised. What did Kevin find around my neck? Kevin led me—still grabbing—to the boutique room. There was a large mirror that I used to fit customers' clothes. In front of the mirror too, Kevin pointed to a crimson mark on my neck. I do not believe it! So Jack really exists. He is not just a dream that grants my longing for love. “I… I don't understand. Maybe it was a mosquito bite. There's been a lot of mosquitoes lately," I explained.

Dev’s mind lingered with his deeper thoughts, “Am I still dreaming? I would have drunk half the stock in this bar, still, I can't get rid of such a dream of those exotic eyes. The miracle is, I can able to see her face unlike the blurry image of her face in the last dream. Indeed, she possesses the face of a perfectly drawn flawless moon. No wonder for her to have such exotic eyes.”

I'm going to get soaked, but that's fine because I have spare clothes in my locker. I was about to take a step away from the waiting shed when my wrist was grabbed by a firm hand. My mouth hung open in shock and bewilderment. His manly odor rapidly infiltrated my nose. His gorgeous brown eyes locked on mine. My wrist felt warm in his calloused and rough grasp. When I saw how much this guy resembled a Greek god, my jaw split open once more! His hair was dark brown and perfectly coiffed, and he had a high and pointed nose with sharp cheekbones chiseled down to his flinty jaw, which appeared to be sculpted and trimmed to perfection.

Turning the corner of the house, I freeze, my body tense, and my head reeling in shock. Standing under the window of one of the bedrooms are two men, one is bald and the other with thick locks of black hair. The other I've not seen before. The bald man is twirling, in counterclockwise motion, two bands of dreamcatchers on each thumb—a link breaker. This is why Emerald could not hear me. The other man—shorter, dreadlocks, his scent unlike what I've encountered in the pack here—is brandishing an object as he pries open the window and lifts it.

I remember why I hold this line. A single point of light catches my eye. I look up. Through the canopy of healing leaves, the night sky is unnaturally clear. Stars, sharp and cold. And there, high in the east, a new one. Wrong. It doesn’t twinkle. It pulses. Malevolent. Hungry. A baleful, sickly yellow-green light. The Devourer’s eye. Watching. Closer. My blood runs cold. The whispers inside rise to a fever pitch, excited, recognizing.

His eyes turned red as he pleaded, looking utterly broken. The entire room went silent. Guests stared at Wayne in shock, their gazes shifting to me with curiosity and intrigue.

“What dream?” I swallow hard. “The eye came back.”

Black dots formed in my vision. I did the only thing that came to my mind. Poking him in the eyes, his grip loosened around my neck enough that I was able to shift my body. Grabbing the side of his head, I used all my strength to pull his head down and listen to the bear trap close around his neck. The sickening snap of his bones wasn’t what satisfied me but the gushing of the blood that coated the forest floor. “WHERE WAS IT BOY?” I heard a man yell out.