Dreamers The Novels & Stories

They worked tirelessly to mend the wounds of the past and create a future where every being could thrive. On the radiant moon of Elysium, a young dreamweaver named Lyra harnessed the power of dreams to unite the minds of her people. Through the hero's legacy, she discovered that the strength of unity could forge a powerful collective consciousness, where hopes and aspirations intertwined to shape their shared destiny.

She needed the reminder that they’d never be there for her again. Raven nodded, and she appeared comfortable in his arms. Dominic took an odd pleasure in this. If she trusted him, they could make progress and find answers for their future. A Dreamer. He’d never heard of a Dreamer. What were they? Did he dare inquire about them, or would it jeopardize their reputation? Oracles were rare and powerful. But the way Raven described a Dreamer. They sounded dangerous as well. He should proceed with a careful consideration of his words and actions. One wrong step and he could lose all the trust he’d built with Raven, or he could endanger her existence.

Amina tells me the story about her banishment exactly as she had in the dream, except Dylan looks at me and says, “It’s just like in the dream I had.” “Tell us about the dream, Dylan,” I say. Dylan starts outlining the exact same dream I woke up from this morning. “I had that same dream!” I exclaim. “Maybe that dream ability from your dream is real and since we are Fated Mates we shared the dream. Both Ace and I had the dream,” Dylan says. “Oh My Goddess! I wonder what else is real?” I exclaim.

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.

She shook her head. “They’re similar to us,” Mikan explained. “We use telepathy to read thoughts or memories. Dreamers can enter a person’s dreams and watch or manipulate them. They can see what the dreamer sees, feel what they feel. It’s powerful… and dangerous. They can alter memories, even reality, for the sleeping mind. That’s why they’re rarely trusted.” Brie looked toward the door where Trace had gone. “He doesn’t trust the dreamer you’re suggesting, does he?”

“Do you even read? A dream trace is a sediment of the dreams you have had. You may think you forget you dreams but the brain stores them somewhere for you and it comes back as déjà vu. Things you think you have seen before are just dreams you have dreamed and not remembered.” “How does that have to do with this?” “Some of their witches and dream walkers, Darius. They move from dreams to dreams, old or new and if they so much as sense that you talked about them? They will come for you because they do not like anyone fucking with their plans.”

Gold, silver, and blue lights began to drift down like a rain of stars. Each speck glowed with a dreamy light, bathing the city in a brilliant sea of color. My breath caught. It was too beautiful. But a bitter sadness quickly followed. Two months ago. In that ridiculous dream. I had leaned against his chest, stupidly describing my romantic fantasies. "My biggest dream is to see a meteor shower fall just for me," I had laughed playfully. The man had kissed my hair. His voice raspy. "I'll give it to you. I'll give you the whole damn sky."