Dreamer Academy Novels & Stories

Teaching Emma to walk into dreams wasn’t one of Daniel’s better ideas because now she did it with ease. He watched as she snapped her fingers and the door appeared. Daniel regretted that he had made sure she could put up one hell of a fight in dreams. He hid behind some trees and began to fire off spells at her. Emma blocked each one and landed a few good hits. Even today he still has the scars to remember that night. He had taught her how to protect herself in dreams just in case one of the many demons that wanted to make a name for themselves might

* Jane Dankworth * I did not notice the exact time I fell asleep, until the memories of what happened came to haunt me in dreams. A scream, coming from me escaped my throat, though in the dream, I couldn't tell it was me until the echo broke through the dark. I was again back in that office, the shadows bending like hands reaching for me. There was a smear of blood on the glass, my heels slipping against the floor, and someone was shouting my name but I couldn't find the door.

I shook it off. Dreams are dangerous now. They made you soft. Made you hope. And hope got you killed in this academy. Morning drills were brutal. Morwen had doubled the intensity, claiming “discipline must be restored” after what she called my “unregulated outbursts.” Students sparred with live runes, shadows, and fire,no safety wards, no mercy. I stood at the edge of the yard, arms crossed, watching. Jason fought in the third ring. His movements were sharp, precise, but hollow. No flair. No joy. Just duty. Kieran stood nearby, arms crossed, nodding like a proud handler.

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.

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

The Academy was the safest place for her. The academy? Draven laughed. Isn’t that where all the rogue, unruly, goddess-forsaken girls go? But she had someone who watched over her. The academy, renowned for its strict training and protective environment, serves as a sanctuary for rogue girls, shielding them from the dangers that lurk in our world. It balanced discipline with safeguarding, essential for those who needed to learn. Now we need to focus on more important matters—the company. I need to bury myself in work to forget what just happened.

Aria fell into sleep with Liora drowsing in her cradle beside the bed and Kael’s hand resting over hers. She dreamed. In the dream, the academy stood finished—a broad, solid building with wide windows and an open yard. Morning sunlight poured through the high panes, warming stone that had once only known Moon‑cold shadow. Pups of all ranks and colors spilled across the training field. Some tumbled in wolf form, yipping and rolling. Some sparred with wooden blades, laughing when they missed. Others argued over a scroll under a tree, fingers jabbing at lines of text instead of at each other’s throats.

The roof leaked in interesting patterns, and the concrete floor stayed cold enough to keep the nightmares at bay most nights. My name is Nico Black. Twenty-one. No family. No future. Just scars that mapped out every place life had kicked me and a high school diploma that meant exactly nothing in a world still limping after the Swarm War. I found the letter two days ago, slipped under the warped metal door like it belonged there. Black envelope. Crimson wax seal shaped like thorns wrapped around a drop of blood. BludHeaven Academy. The vampire school. The one that had started letting humans in after the Integration Accords turned everything upside down.

💀 ⸻ Then one day… He discovered something terrifying. 😨 ⸻ The First Dreamer wasn’t immortal. ⸻ He could die. 💔 ⸻ 🌙 The Plan The Architect became obsessed. 📖 Because if the Dreamer died… Reality would become ownerless. 🌌 And whoever controlled reality… Would control everything. 💀 ⸻ So he made a plan. A terrible plan. ⚡ A plan that took centuries. ⸻ A plan called… PROJECT ECHO

“A Dreamer is an architect of the Dream Realm. As for why we are hiding your existence is because we don’t want the Fae and the others to find you. Because if they find you, they’ll put you to work, and the Dream Realm will be repaired too fast. Then they’ll do one of two things. Kill you like they did the last few generations of Dreamers. Or imprison you. Oh, those nightmares that attacked the Red River Pack? They didn’t kill you because they were searching for you. They were meant to find you and drag you back to whoever is holding Brigid.” “Who?” “The goddess they have working to repair the Dream Realm. She’s taking as long as she can, but everything’s dragging so long that she’d complete