Dreamcore Monsters Novels & Stories

“Personally if I ever see any other creature like that it will honestly be too soon. I never want to run into Marcus ever again and I sure as hell don’t want to confirm the hellhound alpha’s existence or ever face the beast myself. That being said, I need to get my ass to bed . My body is taking way too long to recharge and regenerate from the fight . Goodnight lovie …please try to get some sleep tonight and don’t forget to text agent Mcsteamy a goodnight,” I couldn’t help but smile at how Freya could still light up the atmosphere even with so many new threats to our existence and way of life. Here we were trying to rid the world of monsters and save the innocent. Then we found out that ther

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

I tighten my grip on David and ask, "Your proclamation—what's the big picture? Where do you see this going? I'm curious, Alpha Nicodra. Do you have any specific ideas regarding how exactly you're going to resurrect our culture?" He lifts his glass to me and says, "I'm happy to hear your interest. My ideas are truly rooted in our conformity to a way of life that was simply not built on the beings we are. Frankly, Brigette, we are not human. In all honesty, we're monsters—at least to them, at least in our physiology." "Monsters," I repeat, tasting the word on my tongue.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

“Our reason for this gathering is the recent influx of monsters, the like this world has never before seen.” “Recent,” one of the human Kings arched a brow. “The monsters have plagued our lands for the past two decades.” “An eyeblink to a Fae,” King Sterin of Reknoc observed. “Because dwarves are so short lived,” someone else observed with sarcasm. “The monsters are here,” Leamoira cut across them. “That is what is important, gentlemen. They are here, and they increase.” “There must be a source,” a human rose to standing. “We must trace the monsters to their source.”

The ground trembled with the heavy footsteps approaching them. DUUMM! DUUMM! DUUMM! Each heavy step felt like a giant hammer striking the earth. The trees shook. Night birds flew away in fear. Raven slowly turned his head. He sensed the presence of a powerful creature. And his face immediately paled. From within the forest emerged a giant monster. It pushed trees, causing their trunks to shift. It was nearly four meters tall. Its body was covered in scars, and it stood, its eyes bloodshot. Its teeth were bared, and its left eye was blind. However, the aura it radiated was far more terrifying than any Shadow Wolf before it.

Mara groaned dramatically and flopped backward across the mattress. “Of course we can’t. Because why would life ever let us breathe? One homicidal pack takeover wasn’t enough…we’ve also got VORTEX and their pet monsters chasing us.” Damon didn’t look amused. His voice simply stayed firm and steady. “We’re dealing with two enemies now. Draco… and VORTEX. Staying in a human hotel is a temporary shield at best. Once either side picks up our scent, this place will instantly become a death trap.” Mara sat up again and crossed her legs.

I felt something ripping inside me, like two forces tearing at my soul. Khaenat stared, entranced. “Magnificent…” I lunged forward, slamming my palm on his chest. The shockwave blasted through him, and for the first time—he staggered. His eyes widened, realization dawning. “You—” “—are not the only monster born of the Dream Realm.” Then, the horror. His lips curled into a twisted grin. “Then let’s share the nightmare.” Before I could move, shadows leapt from his body, smoke that bled like ink, tendrils that clawed toward me. I screamed as they sank into my skin—cold, suffocating, devouring light. My vision shattered, and everything went black.

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.

Kael and Marcus exchanged a glance. This was worse than we'd feared. "One more question," Kael said, voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "How does she plan to capture Sophia alive in battle?" Drake laughed again, the sound hollow. "You think she'll fight fair? She has a monster. Created over centuries. Corrupted alpha fused with dark magic. Size of a building. Unstoppable." "We've faced monsters before." "Not like this." Raw dread filled Drake's eyes， the kind born from witnessing something unthinkable.