Dreamwalkers Book Novels & Stories

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

Kathleen is quiet for a few moments before she asks, “Did you tell the Director about the pit?” I nod. “I did. But she doesn’t believe me. She says there is no such thing on the island.” “Without even seeing-“ Susan breaks out but Kathleen cuts her off. “She might be right.” All eyes turn to her. “What do you mean?” Kathleen glances towards the small station where Quill is grabbing things and she says, quickly, under her breath, “I kind of may have figured out what Rachel is. This camp has a majority of werewolves and vampires. However, when I was out in the forest, I saw some of the students acting strange. As if they were seeing things I couldn’t.”

he trails off like he’s trying to find the right words. “The fact that another Dream Walker is alive, that you are here with me, is a miracle. There aren’t many of us left, and the instinct to bundle you up and run away is strong. I’ll try to tamp down the instinct, though I make no promises.” “Dream Walkers are rare?” I ask, frowning. I mean, that makes sense since I haven't met another one besides Valen. “Extremely,” Valen mutters, shoulders relaxing a little more as he takes a deep breath.

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match Book Two: The Green Dawn Chapter 214: The Doorway of Hearts The words upon the crystal pool shimmered. "Every heart that answers another becomes a doorway." No one spoke. The sentence needed no explanation. It settled quietly into every soul gathered beneath the living roots. The First Dreamers stood at the foot of the radiant path. Their small hands clasped together. Some were excited. Others nervous. None wished to turn back. Ama looked at each child.

His ash hair blocked his emerald eyes from me and the dark made it almost impossible to clearly see his face but I knew that hair anywhere, he was the only one I knew that still wore a bed hair but it made him hotter so I didn't mind it. The wind picked up, sweeping his hair away from his face and that's when I noticed his eyes, they weren't emerald, they were a darker colour but I couldn't be sure because it was so dark and the wind kept sweeping dust particles into my eyes and it was all I could do to keep them open in the first place. I began to look at the figure before me and it was like a veil had been lifted from her eyes. That was not Eric. Just as this realization dawned on me, the

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

”the my bike is my one escape id to keep The End? Thank you, dear reader, for deciding to give this book a try and making it to the end, it has been an emotional journey for all. But do not fret, their story may be over for now, but this is not the last we have seen of Drake, Lilli, Rex, Tony, Jacob and yes even Lance. So be sure to keep an eye out for the next book in the series. Equivale Finding His Heart : Book 2 in the Chronicles of Zodia.

Rex mused. “How long do wanderers stay in one place?” Felix asked. When Olga and Kendra simultaneously gasped at his obvious rudeness, he added, “I’m just curious. They’re called wanderers, after all.” “I think he’s asking because he wants to know if you stayed at that abandoned camp long enough to know that it’s really abandoned,” Kendra offered. She had no idea if that’s what Felix meant, but it was a good cover up for his rude question and also something that she wanted to know.

I ignored the flutter in my heart and kept reading. ‘Dreamwalking is a mastery possessed by Reavers, enabling them to seamlessly enter and exit the dreams of others, as if they were physically present. This extraordinary ability also allows them to navigate and manipulate their own dreams, shaping the narrative and environment with precision. Many Reavers utilize their dreams as a mirrored reflection of their waking lives, creating a sanctuary where they can escape the mundane routines of daily existence. In this realm, they can find respite, allowing their physical forms to recharge while their minds roam free.’