Dreamcore Mushroom Novels & Stories

"Actually, this fruit is called Dreamshade. Your son fell into a deep sleep because he mistakenly ingested it." "Dreamshade? I've never heard of it." "Dreamshade is a purple fruit that grows on the Dreamshade Tree. It contains a substance called Dreamshade, which can plunge a person into a deep sleep and dreams, making them unable to wake up and distinguish between reality and dreams, ultimately leading to a sleep-induced death." "Sleep-induced death?!" Zachary widened his eyes in horror. "I also ate this fruit, but why is it only my son who fell into a sleep?"

Lucas promised to keep me updated and sent me on my way. The boys had done their chores and were already settled in for the night when I returned home. I decided to see what I could find in fiction about vampires. They didn’t exist in our world, but Rory was positive that Osiris was one. It was nearing one in the morning when a knock sounded on the door. Damon stumbled through the hall as I switched on the lights, the incessant knocking waking him from his sleep.

The truth is that I hadn't expected to get this far into the Wilds without encountering at least one monster or beast. Or terrifying creature determined to make me regret every life decision that led me here. Since none have appeared yet, I decide to put my fear aside and use the opportunity wisely. I pull the research book into my lap and flip through several marked pages while absentmindedly munching on some food. From what I know the Moonshade root Is: Rare. Extremely difficult to identify. Usually found in shaded environments with high moisture levels. I read through the test to add something new to what I already know:

I smeared the purple residue across a chemically treated glass slide. Within two seconds, the color violently shifted from a deep violet to a sickly, corrosive, bubbling black. My jaw locked so hard the muscles in my neck screamed. "Deep cavern mushrooms. Amanita Tenebris cut with highly distilled aconite." "Can you neutralize it, Luna?" Silas barked urgently from the window, never taking his eyes off his thermal scope. "We don't have the time or the gear for a full laboratory synthesis!" "I don't need a lab," I snapped.

The word safe doesn’t fit, though he means it. “In the dream,” I start again, afraid it might fade, “…there was something else. Tiny luminous moss on the stone edge. Not green like normal moss, but a creamy blue. And when I leaned close, the air grew colder.” My body remembers it—the fine hairs lifting on my arm. “I’ve never seen that kind before.” “Mae has a field-book for lichens,” Aedan mutters, raising a brow. “If it matches even half a page, the search narrows.”

I had not told her that I was seeing and hearing Damien. "don't look like that. Elijah keeps me informed about what goes on in this place. Now drink." she said and watched me as I brought the vial to my lips, and drank from its content. It took a lot of self-control to not spit it all out, because it was incredibly bitter. "Ugh, Maren. What did you put inside of it?" I asked , when I was done drinking. "A bit of mushrooms here, some slug there.." she said and my face contorted in disgust.

30 His father was observing Navi's reactions. He felt bad for her but then he knew that she's a brave girl, she'll get her man. Navi after dinner helped in cleaning up the table though helpers were there but still habits die hard. Once everything was done, they came out on the porch to sit and have a glass of saffron milk, a speciality of the Singh family. Milk all cooked on low flame with almonds, turmeric, saffron with less sugar added to it. This milk tastes well when cooked for hours. "It's yummy and nutritious", Sukh said. Radha said,"yeah and especially when you get pure milk." Navi and Hardeep's dad started their walk in the garden and he confirmed what Hardeep said to him a few days

Darrion said, recounting he had used the term from Jai back in Deleima. “Oh, water slime,” one of them replied. The two fairies shook their heads. “No. These are mushrooms. This is canopy mushroom. We store water in our mushroom to refresh us if there’s no rain.” “But there’s a river in the forest,” Jai said. “We do not consume water like you,” the pink answered with a small smile. “How do you absorb water and store it in your head then?” Darrion asked, poking at the pink mushroom fairy’s head, earning a giggle from the fairy.

a voice filled with rush fall on my ear and next he grab my hand but before we move light come again turning me almost blind. But the scene in front of stop my breathe. Everyone turns into zombies. Their eyes are dark red , veins popping out of their skin. They take unsteady steps here and there . Blood oozing out of their mouth, the sight is bone chilling. How this happen my brain stop working as I stood there numb. I flinch when Damian pull my hand but he gag my mouth with his hand. "They can't see so move without making sound." He whisper lowly and we take slow and steady steps towards exit. Sweat trickle down my head as some of them are quite near to me. One wrong step an....

He had no idea that the Moonshade and Wyrmrot blend I slipped him was made using a few drops of his blood, silver sap, and a carefully chosen mix of plants from the eastern forest. The Moonshade had made him hallucinate. And the Wyrmrot? That little beauty dragged his mind into the deepest, darkest parts of himself—made him spill secrets he would’ve died with. And yes he did! I walked over to the small wooden shelf beside my window. Several vials were lined up in green, red, and black contents. My fingers moved to the one labeled “D.B.” and I pulled it forward. Damian’s blood. I mixed another dose, adding crushed silver sap, dried tormentil, and a whisper of basilisk ash. The blend turned a