Dreamcatcher Skylander Novels & Stories

“Guys, I’d like you to meet my little friends. Diesel and Skyler, you asked to meet Alpha Cillian. Here he is with his Luna, Kayleigh. And their friends.” Two pairs of doe eyes welcome us. The boy resting on the bed looks sick and pale. The girl standing next to the bed, like a body guard, appears energetic and gutsy. Both couldn’t be over the age of ten, for sure. “Hi, I’m… Diesel…” The boy coughs, preventing him to say more. “I am Skyler Dawn Strongheart, Protector of the Red Wolf Pups, Descendant of the Red King, and Sword Wielder Extraordinaire.” The little girl makes sure that we see her clench a little sword-looking dagger in her hand.

"Are you…?" "That's right, buddy. I'm Fremont Skye. These are my servants. I cannot let the Nine Dragon Cauldrons fall into the hands of others, or the secret of the dragon clan will be exposed, which will bring a terrible storm to the planet, bringing great tragedy to us all. In order to find the chosen one while also stopping any evil cultivators from getting their hands on the cauldrons, I entrusted the eight of them as protectors. You're the first person who's had the chance to meet me in decades. Congratulations on passing my test."

“Mr. Draco’s circulatory system was damaged, yet he is still able to maintain his master-level prowess. May I presume that he was a grandmaster at the peak of his health?” Mr. Draco narrowed his eyes and got on his knees. “Dr. Kayson, I beg you to heal me! I, Skye Draco, am willing to forever be your follower!” Mr. Draco’s full name was Skye Draco. “Are you the “Dragon Slayer” who has gone missing for the past few years?” Jeremy was surprised.

Despite being a part of this pack since birth and growing up within its confines, I have perpetually sensed a sense of detachment, as if I am not truly a part of it. I deeply regret the lack of control I have over my own life. Greetings, I am known as Skyler, a seventeen-year-old individual who possesses the unique ability to transform into a werewolf. I possess an unquenchable thirst for the thrill of the hunt and the taste of fresh blood. My appearance is characterized by my brown hair and captivating silver eyes, which often necessitate the use of sunglasses to shield myself from the painful rays of sunlight. Additionally, I must navigate the challenges posed by the Jocks and the notoriou

The dream realm, broken and fragile as it was, slowly began to settle, trembling, wounded, but somehow still alive. I collapsed to my knees, gasping for breath, my whole body trembling. Sweat clung to my skin as I bent forward, my fingers loosening their grip on the necklace. It slipped from my hand and fell onto the cracked earth below, the crystal now dim and quiet. It was over. “Xiana! Look out!” Damien’s voice suddenly pierced the calm, sharp and panicked, like a crack through still glass. My eyes flew open, and I turned just in time to see it—a jagged shard of the dream realm itself, twisted and black, hurtling down from the shattered sky above. It tore through the air like a blade carv

The hungry looking rogues circled us, smacking their lips together and growling. Rachel pulled me into her and let out a kick to one of the rogues. She was a great fighter while I just stood their like a useless idiot. Picking up a long stick beside me I poked one of the rogues in the eye making him yell out in pain. Buying myself a few more minutes to think, I found myself wishing I could reach Ben by mindlink. "We're coming. Don't worry." His voice filled my mind and I squeaked in response. How the hell did that happen?

I had fun even though it wasn't like in the movies were they would end up in a club. I was eighteen now. The legal age. I believed in happy endings and I was so glad I had one. *** Later that night, kelly and Ben had gone home. Lily was sleeping next to me, while I sat going through my birthday gifts. One from each one of them. After viewing all of them, I noticed the small box that remained. I frowned at it. Opening it, my mouth fell open. It was a bracelet. The exact same bracelet in my dream. I held it in my hand and looked carefully at it.

I sighed again. “WHAT?!” Ayla nervously asked me. “Exactly what my reaction too. JD is explaining to them everything about Dark Knight. Be ready to have cousins on our agents.” I seriously told Ayla. “Oh no…” she muttered and shook her head. I hug her again. Things just got complicated. I knew that something bad may happen. And it did. I sighed again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON Cupid is munching chips as he tries to hack the electric fence of Black Dragon’s place. Atlas is just lying down beside him.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.