Dreamcore Monsters Novels & Stories

There were men and women, voices filled with anxiety and fear. Someone reached out to touch me. It wasn't Kael. It was a softer, warmer touch, checking my eyelids, my pulse. "The Luna is in shock, her heart rate is dropping rapidly!" "We need to stabilize her spirit immediately." "Quick, get the moonstone elixir!" "No! Her wolf is going dormant!" What happened? Were they talking about me? Is my wolf, Selene, dying? I didn't know. I only felt my eyelids getting heavier, so incredibly sleepy.

“This one is a demonic one…” “A demonic monster?” Claude and Darrion frowned in alarm. Jai looked at them curiously. “What’s a demonic monster?” Claude tried to explain. “There are six types of monsters in this world. The normal ones without elements like cats, dogs, the ordinary cows and sheep are considered as domestic monster. They only cause a small amount of damage compared to the others. The next one is elemental monster that is able to use element to its will, and sometimes, they also produce the elemental energy themselves. The third one is intelligent monster. This one usually understands human language and has a higher comprehension of life, meaning, it’s usually a lot more powerfu

How could I have been so dumb? I possess one of the rarest magic in all of MistWorld, Kraegos. I could create any monster I want, even the ones with wings. Taking another deep breath, I decided to put my power to a test. Knowing I had little time left before the incoming monsters got to me, I quickly formed the image of a winged monster with the ability to fly fast, camouflage, and super strength. To ensure I didn't get lost on the way back to N.A, I gave the monster the ability to locate anywhere in MistWorld.

My best friend tells me, her voice trembling with worry. Quickly, I squeeze my eyes shut, tightening my grip on Cora's. I'm slowly losing my mind, unsure of what's going on. There are still students around, so how are we being attacked right now? Cora's back collides with mine, our fingers entwined. "What are those things?" I ask her. Her voice shakes when she speaks, her trembling fingers squeezing mine. "They are fearwraiths," Cora whispers. "Creatures that feeds on fear. The more terrified you are, the stronger it becomes. And when it takes enough fear from you... you fall into a coma. Then eventually..." Her breathing shudders, "...eternal sleep."

“No, it's nothing. Is there any other topic you would like to talk to me about? " "Ah ... yes, I understand." Gregar changed the topic of conversation and focused on the monsters. This world was very similar to the typical Magic and Fantasy world in that it had monsters and other fantastic creatures. There were Dwarves, Elves, Forest Fairies, Magical Beasts (such as unicorns), Goblins, Orcs, Ogres, Beastmen, and other types of Monstrous Humanoids. There were even Beastman countries out there somewhere.

“Not down. Not yet.” A howl split the night. Low. Twisted. Wrong. Damon emerged from the ruin, his body warped and monstrous, his features barely recognizable. The god’s power bled from his veins, turning him into a creature of nightmare. And he wasn’t alone. From the shadows behind him rose shapes—rogues, twisted by the god’s magic, eyes glowing with unnatural fire. A storm was coming. And we were the only thing standing in its path. Kael shifted again, his wolf bristling, fangs bared.

“What kind of creatures?” Dorian replied, his eyes narrowing as he recalled the reports. “Murkbeasts, primarily. They thrive in the dark and often hunt in packs. When fueled by resentment or fear, they become more aggressive. They’re drawn to individuals like you, Eliza, those who possess latent power. They’ll see you as both a target and a prize.” The uncertainty wrapped around my heart like a vice. “Latent power? I’ve only just begun to touch the surface of my abilities.”

GRAAAAAAAAWRRRRRRR! "What the hell is that?" Draco asked with his mouth open. Again, he was faced with the dark monster. It seemed that every time they managed to summon the dragon spirit that was lost from the human magic artifact, there would always appear dark monsters that had kept the dragon spirit locked up all this time. “It's them, The Nightmares. They imprisoned the spirits of my friends together with the Green Dragons. I'm terrified of them,” said Astrid, trembling. Tears fell down her cheeks.

“What?” “Nightmares.” Dominic said. He could hear the unease in Paul’s voice as he said this one word. The initial thought: black horse, red eyes, fire-breathing. That’s just one of many versions. These monsters were gatekeepers of a sort. Meant to keep shifters in their place. Not just shifters, vampires, druids, and other creatures. Nightmares are more of a catch-all name for a creature used to hunt the slave species who rebelled against their Fae overlords. The slave species trapped their Fae overlords in their home realm or dimension. It depends on the story and generation you read how it’s defined. Mages are finding magic and science-based documents now on what happened. They aim to rea

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.