Dreamfinder Figment Novels & Stories

“Hand me the map behind you, on the second shelf from the left.” I reluctantly stand up and look at the shelf full of otherworldly things behind me. The more I listen to her, the more my sanity depletes. The level of confidence she shows while speaking nonsense makes it impossible for me to know when she is being serious. “I created a simple spell to identify other people from our world. Using my blood as a catalyst and the map as a compass, I can trace the approximate location of other beings who share my spiritual composition.” She took the map from my hand and put it on the table as she explained. The map showed the three known continents, Lycori, Krel and Sargass as well as the names of

he asked, his voice tinged with both hope and apprehension. The healer leaned forward, his gaze unwavering. "The realm of dreams is a labyrinth, where the subconscious roams free. You must venture there, guided by the symbols and omens that will reveal themselves along your path. Seek the whispering winds, the mirrored lakes, and the ancient trees. They will guide you to the fragments you seek." JB's heart swelled with a mixture of determination and uncertainty. The healer's words seemed both cryptic and profound. "And what is the price I must pay?" he inquired, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.

it declared. Nocturna, her voice dripping with caution, whispered, "Be ready for anything. This entity isn't bound by the physical realm." Zephyr nodded, "It's a manifestation of Meranthia's trials, perhaps even its very consciousness. We need to stay united." The figure began to shift and morph, turning into replicas of each guardian. They were faceless, save for the hauntingly familiar white eyes. Liora, horrified, gasped, "It's using our own fears and insecurities against us!"

she said, reaching for my hand. "I'm sorry. "I said, squeezing her hand, "Alright, let's have it." "alright. So, it wasn't just a nightmare you were having. And, likely, all that you were dreaming about was possibly happening in real-time, someplace else." "and Damien? Who is Damien?" "well, Damien is the name of the master who toys with his members' minds. As it is, it seems like he might be looking for new members. He got one of my warriors today, and he almost killed a child."

Juana had never seen her friends sweep or cook except once when they baked a cake together for their granny's birthday. Juana didn't understand why Jasmine would adopt her two cousins too but she never asked her friends. Maybe she was a very kind type. Juana stared at the only avocado tree few metres away from the frontal flowers. It was tall and huge. Might as well have been planted over ten years ago. The swing that was carved out of it hung low under one of its branches. The avocados were huge and overripe but no one bothered plucking them. Juana had never heard anyone of them talk about the tree. The tree shed its leaves daily and most of the fruits fell daily too. The tree was not signi

she thought, clutching her dear heart. The dreams came once in a while. It had haunted her since she regained consciousness. She knew it was part of her lost memory but mixed up in her head that she couldn't decipher which was which. Outside it was drizzling and unfortunately, her window blinds weren't shut. And none of those girls were around to help with it. That was when her eyes fell on the oddly shaped figure on the armchair away from her bed, very close to the window she was looking at. She became scared of the unknown, Of what could have entered her room? Her door was open so something must have crept in while she was asleep.

“So we’ve been working on finding a way to help you and your angel. As I reviewed the tomes, I found that the fates seemed to be mentioned as key figures in the prophecies, which is why I chose to focus on the fates rather than the prophecy.” She stops and gives me an intent look. “Just as I did, my powers kicked in, and I ended up astral projecting to one of the fates. It was only for a moment, and though I didn’t see the fate, she did communicate with me. She knew why I was there and made vague statements about books not being the answer. When I asked her to elaborate, she told me that she’d only answer the destroyer and that you’ll find her when you need her. ”

Liora, her voice echoing softly in the ethereal space, intoned, "The Dreamweaver doesn't just show what was or what is, but also what could be. It's a realm of possibilities." Niamh, her gaze locked onto another vision, whispered with a tremor in her voice, "There's a future where the realms are in chaos, where we... we failed." Malachi, gripping her hand tightly, replied with determination, "It's a possibility, not a certainty. We have the power to shape our destiny. We won't let that future come to pass." Elysia, feeling a pull, was drawn to a separate vision, one where she stood alone amidst the cosmic web, facing the Celestial Serpent. "This... this feels important. The Serpent and I, th

Something held me back. It was cold and chilli. I turned my head real slow. I was expecting some vile figure or a vicious creature with its fangs out at me. Instead I looked at a figure resembling the Hooded Lady. The only difference was that, this was a male. " Who are you? How do you know my name? " I think he smirked. " I know more than your name Liana. Come with me. I believe you are looking for a dragon named Damian! "