Dungeon Dreams Novels & Stories

Mia’s eyes were barely shut when she heard a small bang against the bars of her dungeon. Her eyes fluttered open immediately, and the drowsiness vanished. She wasn’t even deep in her sleep because most dreams she had dreamt since coming on shore had been nightmares and most times like today; she stayed half awake and half asleep. There was someone outside her dungeon. There usually was no one there at this time of the night, but today there was. Mia knew it, and it scared her.

Dream said finally, voice low, almost reverent in the quiet room, “we need to secure the building. Every floor, every entry point, every server. He’s going to try something tonight.” I nodded, feeling the familiar mix of fear and exhilaration. “I’m on it,” I said, standing, shoulders back, heart hammering. We moved swiftly, almost like ghosts in the empty building, checking doors, verifying security systems, locking down access points. Every shadow made my skin prickle, every creak of the floor under our feet a warning. Dream stayed close, eyes scanning constantly, and I couldn’t stop stealing glances at him, memorizing every movement, every breath, every faint smirk he allowed himself when

The moment her fingertips brushed the metal— Nothing happened. No visions. No pain. Only… Warmth. “It’s real.” James nodded. “I know.” “I brought it back.” Darrien looked from one to the other. “You…what?” James leaned back. “I dreamed.” “I met someone.” “I woke up.” “And the key was lying beside my bed.” Silence. Charlotte had expected strange. She had not expected reality to begin following dream logic. Darrien finally spoke. “So…” “Either we’re all hallucinating…” “…or dreams have become doorways.”

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

"What can I do for ye young man?" "I need this Fantasy book 'Legend of a Dark Morth' by VIC NOVELLA, I wanted to find out if it has been published" "Errr, I uhm.... Need to check my collection" The old book keeper, Dressed in a tick rain coat with Fluffy edges stood on his feet and slipped behind the desk to sit. Riffling through the long dark book and peeking at it through his spectacles. "I think the first published set has been exhausted and out of the market for the meantime, but I think I have few left over copies here" he uttered wetting the tip of his index finger with saliva.

"Tell me everything about your dreams." He raised his brows nonchalantly and clasped his hands. "There's nothing much that really happens. It just the girl has red hair and she appears in different places. That's all." "And what about the part when you feel her presence?" Charles stayed quiet, before answering he cleared his throat. "I don't know. I don't want to believe she's a ghost. I want to know if she really exists. So give me an exact meaning to my dreams."

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t

“Therefore, before I take care of Lee Sehun's things to be transferred to another place, then I want to meet,'' Lee Umji replied with another special intention. “I see ... alright. Where do you want to meet?'' “How was yesterday's cafe? Close enough right, I guess where we are right now is also not far.'' ''Of course. I'll be ready and thereafter an hour, okay? '' “Okay and Ha Mino ..., '' called Lee Umji, pausing for a moment. ''Yes?'' “Take the Daydream script over there later." Ha Mino smiled spontaneously. “Alright.'' Although Lee Umji only mentioned the Daydream script that he needed to bring, he knew very well what it meant. Hopefully the thinking isn't wrong this time. ***

I kept waking in a cold sweat from seeing a hooded figure in the cave, tied with bloodied ropes…struggling to breathe…trembling with fear. My fucking mate. She was fighting for her life, and I couldn’t do a thing to help her. In the depravity of my dreams, I wake up somewhat grateful for them, even through the gut- wrenching pain of experiencing them. It meant she was still alive, it had to…the dreams were my self-conscious seeking her out. Hers, trying to call out to me. As dark as it was, I found myself needing the toxic dreams. I head downstairs, it was only 3am but I couldn’t bare to see my mate’s pain again, and that is

Caught in the balance between curiosity and uncertainty, they wrestle with the notion that there may be more to this dream than meets the eye. As days turn into nights, the new character finds themselves drawn back to the dream's fragments, like a traveler retracing their steps in a mystical landscape. Each time they close their eyes, the images resurface, accompanied by a whisper a call that tugs at their very soul. It's as if the dream is an invitation, an unspoken promise of secrets waiting to be unveiled.