Dreamfinder Figment Novels & Stories

She opened her eyes slowly. “The Nightmares. I managed to find that fragment of memory when faced with the dark monsters that locked the Green Forest Dragon in the Thorn Whip magic artifact. Does it have anything to do with The Nightmares?" Astrid asked, looking at Lycus Lewis. "The Nightmares?" asked Lycus Lewis to confirm. “Yes, The Nightmares. A dark creature that has claws and captivates the spirits of the orphans,” Astrid replied with an irregular breath. She was still trying to regain consciousness.

She said, then the sword disappeared into the holder on her back. “The Doom Dimension is a scary. If you die while there you will be forgotten by everyone and erased from their memory and become apart of the dimension itself. To get a Doom card, you have to get them from Seers or Diviners.” Said D2. “I know what a Seer is, but what’s a Diviner?” asked Elsa raising her hand as if she were in a classroom. “A Diviner is someone with Furiyu outside the element, light, dark, fire, water earth and wind.” D2 replied holding up six fingers to represent each element.

⸻ “Children…” ⸻ The voice repeated. Gentle. Almost disappointed. 💔 And for the first time since his return… The First Dreamer looked afraid. 😨 ⸻ 🌙 The Fear Nobody Expected Memory Ilyaan noticed immediately. The Dreamer had faced: * The Architect * Azrael * The Collapse * The End of Reality Without fear. Yet now… His hands trembled. 💀 ⸻ “Who is that?” Ilyaan whispered. ⸻

I'm afraid that even the smallest thread of connection we had could vanish completely. His face was so close I could make out every detail, from his long eyelashes to the storm of emotions swirling in his eyes. This wasn't the cold, distant Mr. Gilmore from the office—it was Mr. Y, the same one who whispered sweetly in voice calls and sang off-key love songs just for me. They finally overlapped before my eyes, merging into a single person. My defenses started to fall apart. "How do I know this isn't just another lie meant to fool me?" I asked, holding onto the last bit of resistance.

I expect him to release my hand but instead, I begin to see images in my head, images of a time long ago. I gasp and I feel Cayd’s arm around my waist. “What are you doing to her?” he growls. “Easy Alpha, I’m giving your mate the memories of her kind,” he says. I see an image of someone who looks like Ailduin only rather than being tall, he’s very short. He gently reaches out to touch my face, except my face is huge and looks like it has a leathery surface. I see more images of beautiful landscapes, untouched by humans, as I fly over the land. When I fly over the water, I realize that I’m not a human, I’m a dragon. A beautiful golden dragon. On my back is Ailduin, leaning over to look in the

“We need instructions. We need rules. If we just dive in, we’re dead.” Morgana exhales slowly, almost a shiver passing through her. “The portal is a labyrinth, alive and aware. It will show your deepest desires, your fears, your regrets… and it will use them. To rescue her, you must resist its temptations. Recognize them as illusions. Reject them. Know who you are and who she is to you. Only then can you reach her.” I tremble, voice breaking. “And if I fail?” Amara’s gaze sharpens. “Then you stay. And she… may stay as well. Forever.” I let out a strangled cry and stumbled back, clenching my fists.I have a greater destiny then to become a victim of a fairy trap.

I pointed out what looked like two extra arms coming out of Kujo’s back and stretching straight up to brush the ceiling. “Look. Could those be wings?” I murmured, surprised. “Search me. But that thing is huge, Fran. I don’t know how you dare to get so close to it, and touch it!” “Because I don’t try to see him. Amy showed me a picture of an awful skeleton hellhound and said he looks like that, but I honestly don’t give a damn. And be careful when you’re around him, cause he reads minds and emotions. The last thing we need is pissing him off cause you guys think he’s an ugly beast.”

From his mother’s fallen body, the purple mist exploded outward, coalescing into the true form of the Temptress: a woman in a silk gown with long, prehensile hair and fiery, solid violet eyes. "You managed to save her. But now you’re exhausted, and I am furious." The dream army began to move faster. Liora and Stefan launched attacks, but their strikes passed right through the shadows; they were not entirely physical. "The Temptress is controlling them from within the dream!" Liora shouted. "We need a way to attack her in the dream realm without getting trapped!" Siron ran toward his prone mother. Kit was already there, checking her pulse. "She’s alive! But she’s weak."

“Alright, witch. Tell me what happens when I step through.” Violet swallowed. “Once you enter… you won’t see reality anymore. The Dream Realm will twist your memories, your fears, your past. You’ll feel like you’re drowning in them.” “Sounds like my childhood,” Fenrak muttered. “Fenrak,” Violet snapped, tears in her eyes, “this isn’t funny.” He stepped closer and flicked her forehead. “I know. That’s why I’m making jokes.” Rhea shook her head, fighting tears.

I keep dreaming about him when ever he promises to visit. Why? My plan to get Dave didn't work but Jane or should I say vikander did it all for me. Even though Dave and I aren't together I know we will be very soon. Vikander such an evil name, well, jane turned out to be a gold digger just as Melissa but worst. She and her parents tried to get rid of the Wests, that said they killed their son which turned out to be a lie. Her dad hatred was because Mr West refused to give shares to him. But why would he, he knows that he was evil.