Dreamwalkers Book Novels & Stories

"How do you even know about the great book?" Sighing, Luca moved towards the back of the cave. Leaning against the rocky wall, he frowned. "After you were infected with the poison, by all rules you should've died..." Gazing at the fire he continued. "The great book had a connection with you, the same way you do with other Dragons. Before the poison could take your life completely, the Great Book sent her last energy to you..." Snapping his gaze back to me, his face hardened. "She has chosen you to have her energy, to live on in her name and help other riders... To be the saviour of the Dragons."

But they didn’t understand. He was not a god. He was the fracture between memory and truth. He fed on silence. On secrets. And now, his influence had begun to seep outward, leaving a trail of void-eyed pilgrims across the shores and forests alike. Townspeople near Terrell whispered of “dream-walkers” standing outside their homes at night, murmuring fragments of other people’s lives. Children were waking with memories that weren’t theirs—fragments of the lost. The Seed was awakening everything.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

Darius We arrived at the house but the conversation I had with Drew was still bubbling in my head. Dream walkers? I had vaguely heard of them but I never thought they were real or even existed. I thought it was some fable or some thing they told stubborn kids in order to guard their thoughts. This was worse than walking into hell to extract a soul, this was something else.

⸻ Someone completely forgotten. 🌙 The Forgotten Third Dreamer The book opened by itself. 📖✨ ⸻ A hidden memory emerged. ⸻ Long before the First War. ⸻ Long before the Void King. ⸻ There had been three Dreamers. ⸻ Not two. ⸻ Three. ⸻ 😱😱😱 ⸻ The Mother froze. ⸻ The Father stepped backward. ⸻ Even the Keeper looked shocked. ⸻

With each step, she moved closer to her own truth, embracing the power within her to shape her destiny and create a life of authenticity and purpose. Zelda, still grappling with the remnants of her unsettling dream, sought solace in the presence of Dawn, a trusted confidante known for her intuitive guidance. As they sat together, Zelda hesitantly recounted the vivid details of her dream, the words spilling forth with a mixture of vulnerability and trepidation. "Dawn, I had the most perplexing dream," Zelda began, her voice laced with a tinge of unease. "The werewolves, the chalice, and now a sense of impending danger... It felt all too real."

Nora agrees. “So on to the next topic and the reason Walker cannot be here.” Nyx said looking at each of them. “What’s going on with little man?” Liam asked. “Walker is a seer for the most part and also a dream walker. When I was blocked I was able to see him grow through his dreams. That is where I met my Ex-mates. They don’t realize that those dreams where real. When they would have awoken from one of them they would have thought it would be just that. A dream.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll learn. How hard can Dreamweaving be?” I nodded. “Then there’s no problem.” I pushed open the heavy doors, leaving a room of silent, guilty faces behind me. Walking down the cold corridor, one thought brought a smile to my lips. He didn't know the Blood Moon Awakening was only ten days away. And that the elders would only accept me, with my First-born blood, to lead it.

Dust clung to some of the covers, while others looked strangely untouched, almost as if they were waiting for someone like me to pick them up. I needed to move fast before someone noticed I was gone, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was on the edge of uncovering something important. The question was—was I ready for it? I shook my head. I should be ready for anything, especially now that the threats of the walkers are slowly affecting me in the dream realm. I at least have to know how to fight them, their weakness, and everything else. My eyes peered at this one book, it was a storybook about the dreamscape, and as I scanned through the introduction…there were walkers on it.

Finally home," Mila shouted happily, throwing my body on my bed, staring at the ceiling vaguely, thinking what she had been through in those days. Previous Everything was like magic, like fantasy and like dreams.. never believable She raised the book with her hands, contemplating it with a thought that seemed very old, even the pages of it were yellow, some of which were torn from the edges! I sat up straight, opening it “ This book belongs to the royal family of werewolves only.” She read what was written in the introduction, biting her lips lightly, eager for what was to come.