Dreamfinder Figment Novels & Stories

“Well you better snap out of it, buddy, because soon more than just our mate will scent it. Better get to Grandmother Araminta soon, or you’ll be beating off every unmated wolf in Moon River.” “Not going to happen, figment,” I’ve kept trying to ignore my new imaginary friend, but he’s so damn annoyingly persistent. Humming an old nursery rhyme, I try to drown out his incessant teasing. It doesn’t work. “My name isn’t figment, it’s Hex. And the sooner you acknowledge and accept me as part of you, the easier this will be. How the hell are we going to shift to save ourselves if you're so damn stubborn.” He can’t be serious. “Even if you are real, there is no way I have a wolf form.” I laugh. “M

I frowned, waving the smoke away with my arms. “Of course, the Shit Witch is playing with me. Showing me a beautiful damsel, at least from the backside, only to make her go poof.” I huffed and folded my arms. No August, no beauty to distract me, and stuck in a pit separated from Thales and in no shape to help the Fayte sisters or my pack. “I need to find a way out of here.” I frowned and started to look around once again. I must have spun in circles sex times before suddenly a door appeared that hadn’t been there before. Or maybe I’m too dizzy from spinning to remember seeing it.

Zandor stood outside the hut that had been his home the past million years. He had stepped outside to allow Legion and Frederick to bond privately. Legion was unaware of his true status yet, and it was going to take some time for him to regain his memories; however, Zandor hoped that befriending Frederick - who was Legion's best friend in the past - would help him regain his memories. After all, Legion had had his second Awakening, but his memories didn't come with them. It was going to take much more than a regular power boost to return the Alchemy God of the past to the present.

Even as they fucked again—Damian bending Alex over a glowing crystal outcrop, pounding him from behind while vines held his wrists—they whispered to each other. “I choose you,” Damian growled with every thrust. “Not power. Not submission. You.” “I choose you,” Alex sobbed, pushing back. “Equal. Messy. Ours.” Their love burned brighter than the realm’s temptations. The Core Memory fragment inside the planet—the last remnant of the ShadowMaster—screamed in frustration. The ground trembled. A new figure appeared. The Ruler of the Realm. Tall. Androgynous. Skin shimmering with shifting colors. Tentacles of light extending from its back. Eyes like swirling galaxies.

Both factions, though hesitant, reluctantly agreed. Their search led them to a hidden sanctuary nestled within the system's asteroid belt. Here, they found the Dreamweaver, an ethereal figure cloaked in shimmering robes, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. Kairos, his telepathy reaching out, encountered a mind unlike any he had experienced. The Dreamweaver didn't possess typical thoughts, but a kaleidoscope of visions, a tapestry woven from fragments of the future. These visions, though fragmented and cryptic, depicted a devastating galactic war, one sparked by a seemingly insignificant event.

After that terrible situation that Frando and Caminito have ever experienced while under the coercion of another ghost-witch that once appeared in Destino’s room after danger occurred against Queen Deodria’s attempt. They both experience harming themselves after letting themselves go after the moment when a sudden spirit comes in from nowhere and gracefully stand herself wearing a feathery outfit and beaded hair and a face that full of scintillating pearls.

LYRA* I'm not sure how long I have been in this dream world of mine. I think I will stay here, though. Who wants to go back to a broken brain and a broken body. Not me, that is for sure. I am content right here in my mystical fairyland filled with creatures you only read about in books and watched in movies. The only time I was out of this dream was when Vega was here. Once she left, I went right back into my dream state, a place where unicorns, dragons, centaurs, fairies, mermaids, and even creatures like werewolves and other shifter beings resided.

Darice looked at Ana in disbelief. "It doesn't say but the characteristics described are very similar to the Falkland wolf." "That book must have been written by a madman. Or it could be a wolf that looks like that." Darice still did not believe Ana's words. Ana just shrugged her shoulders lazily to explain more. They both went back to drinking coffee while busy with their own thoughts. "Hurry up and finish your coffee, class will start soon." Darice reminded Ana to hurry up. Ana glanced at the clock on her phone then nodded. The girl gulped down the remaining coffee half at a time. Darice just shook her head at that.

His entire dentition turns into monster-like flesh-ripping devices. Quickly, I try to reach Dom in my mind. Not being able to close my eyes to concentrate causes a barrier, but I try to imagine what his wolf-form might look like. Thinking back to the dream I had of the vampire, dark angel, and enormous black wolf, I concentrate on mentally drawing the eyes of that wolf in front of me.

"In your dreams, sweet wolf." My dreams have all been about him since the day he stumbled through the bar a year ago. I had no idea who he was. I even noticed my brother gape as we both watched the most gorgeous man alive fall down in a drunken stupor. It was six in the morning and we'd come in early to help with inventory. Dmitri easily picked him up and carried him downstairs to the living quarters. When I inquired about the strange man to Dmitri, he told me about dragons. A few weeks later, he told Roland because the crazy idiot was close to challenging Sarn. My brother did not like the interest I took in the disturbed dragon. And truly I couldn't care less. Roland needed to worry more ab