Dungeon Dreams Novels & Stories

“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.

Sleep came faster than expected, pulling me under like warm, scented oil. The dream began in darkness. Stone beneath my bare feet. The air was warm and dry, carrying the faint scent of incense and something richer — musk, myrrh, and raw male skin. I stood inside an enormous underground cave, torchlight flickering across rough walls covered in ancient carvings. In the center, bound by thick golden chains that wrapped around his wrists, ankles, and throat, was a statue. Except it wasn’t cold marble. It looked… alive.

Then I bit down hard on Jack’s arm and tore off a piece of flesh. At the same time, the horror game activated, and both Jack and I were pulled into the dungeon. The moment we entered the dungeon, the boss opened its scarlet eyes and exhaled cold breath. “Found you.” This dungeon was called "The Count’s Treasure", with ten players entering—six men and four women. A cold electronic voice echoed in our minds. "The Count liked collecting shiny things. But not long ago—zzzt… its most beloved treasure was stolen by humans. Players, please help the Count retrieve its treasure… zzzzt…"

she screamed again and dash towards right but he grab her arm tight still her in place. ......... Finally after lot of struggles he made her sit and tell the tale of truth like it's nothing. Everything is too hard too digest for her as not for once her mouth stay closed. It's open throughout the talk. She can't believe that the books she used to read anything like that can happen with her too. But fantasy Are nothing but a rare reality which happen with one in billions and that's why it's always be unrealistic and abnormal. So you are saying you are the angel and that golden eye man I saw in my dreams is the demon who wants my soul to open dream door cause I'm the only key of it" , I asked g

“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

In the dream world, a holographic keyboard materialized in the air. "System.Spawn(Turret_MK4);" Alex muttered, typing on the air. CLICK-WHIRRR. A sleek, futuristic laser turret materialized from digital pixels. It swiveled around, locking onto a target. "Now we are talking," Alex grinned. "I can code the dream!" "Excellent," Liam nodded. "Aurora, you are the Fantasy. Alex, you are the Logic. Together, you are unbeatable." Suddenly, the white sky turned dark grey.

I bombarded shield with questions "I don't have the answer to those questions bro. That's why i need to go back there. But he said that my mom is not my biological mother, that my real mother is on some unknown island. so its confusing,i need to get answers. coupled with all this dreams i have been having frequently" shield sighed "Dreams?what about that?"I asked "i keep having weird dreams that seem real where am always in danger and i Know they are connected to one another" he replied

The air smells of parchment, lavender oil, and the kind of tiredness that settles in your bones. As the translation comes together, so do the uneasy feelings. At first, they’re subtle. A headache. A faint vibration under the floorboards. That prickling sense that someone’s watching. Then the dreams start. She sees endless darkness beneath the town. A vast chamber carved into stone. Chains stretching into nothingness. Whispers echoing from unseen corners. Voices speaking in languages she doesn’t recognize. Each night the dreams grow clearer. More vivid. More real. Sometimes she wakes, and she can still hear the whispers.

I wonder exactly how many were found as I follow Dimitri to the Dungeon. Dungeon is a pretty accurate word. It's a stone underground bunker made of stone. No matter how much it's cleaned, it's always foul smelling. The walls always look wet. The floors are the only thing that looks halfway clean and there's blood stains on most of them. Dimitri leads me into one of the rooms that I've used to torture men before. I don't like to do it but some days it is necessary. Today is one of those days.

When images started playing on the wall, I almost jumped back, startled, but I quickly realized that the images were pieces of my dreams. The dream started fine. My mates and I'd built a castle on the mainland, using breaks in the atmosphere to create entryways into the other four lands. We'd been lounging on our bed, basking in the afterglow of sex, when my dream took a turn for the worst. I saw flashes of an underwater cyclone that then morphed into a prison. Beasts started to rush toward me, but I'd somehow managed to fight every one of them off, except the last beast. It took me by surprise, slamming my body into a cavern wall. I cried in agony when a rock from the cavern impaled me, cut