Dungeon Dreams Novels & Stories

Looking between the gaps in crossing vines, Rex could see an endless dark night littered with stars that only seemed to sparkle when he looked upon them. Hearing his name growled spurred Rex on, he had noticed if he dawdled too long in one place, the husky breathing seemed to change to become his name, growled over and over, louder and louder until he continued down the path. Since turning seventeen, this dream had begun to happen, but only once per month, and he had only gotten a few paces down the path before waking. With him turning eighteen in the next few weeks, his dreams had increased to the point of discomfort. The only upside was now Rex had made his way down the entirety of the pat

His dreams became a kaleidoscope of sensations, a swirling blend of pleasure and unease. In the dream realm, he found himself in a dimly lit chamber, the air thick with an intoxicating scent. Shadows flickered and danced upon the walls as if they had a life of their own. Soft footsteps echoed through the room, drawing closer and closer until they felt as if they were resonating within his very bones.

Two souls tangled for centuries, now standing at the edge of their last chance. But no amount of training kept the nightmares away. Every night, Lena slipped into dreams of other lives old faces, forgotten places, the shadow of loss clinging to her like a second skin. And with each night, the dreams pressed in darker, heavier, until she woke gasping and drenched in sweat. And every night, Damien was pulled into them against his will. He arrived at her door again on the seventh night, shirt half-buttoned, sweat beading across his temple, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths.

He shows me to the last room on the left of the second hallway; "Here you are, so the rules are: curfew is 10 p.m. nightly unless you find a night shift job, no drinking or drugs, no companions; you need to search for a job within two days, we have staff on hand to help with resumes, finding interviews and job clothes once you have enough money saved, someone will help you find a place to live." Nodding at him while slightly murmuring; "T-than y-you A-a-adam." "You're welcome Liam," he returns before leaving me alone. Flopping onto the bed face first, my mind wanders to Riley, Julia, Parker and Axel. Riley's P.O.V. Liam has been missing for six months now and all of us have been completely w

Conrad asked as soon he got the idea. “I wish we could, but I don’t think that something is happening in there right now…” Jaiden said unsurely. “And if something is happening there, I don’t think we could even get the tickets for it…” “You’re maybe right, but I remember stumbling on a website that has tickets for us to get in and tour the whole area for an hour. It may not be a basketball game or a concert but at least we can get in…” He suggested and hoped for Jaiden to agree with it.

"Of course, love. What is it?" Jette took a deep breath, the words forming like ripples in a pond, gradually gaining momentum. She recounted the dream—the fantastical landscapes, the surreal creatures that danced on the fringes of imagination, and the ominous shadows that whispered of hidden fears. "It was unlike any dream I've ever had," Jette confessed, her eyes searching Drew's for understanding. "I was in a place where reality seemed to warp, and every step I took felt like a journey through the corridors of a surreal fantasy. But amidst the beauty, there was this darkness, Drew. A threatening nightmare that lurked in the shadows, whispering things I couldn't comprehend."

Usually, people would use this money for housing, food, and (more often than not) boost. Every person in this large warehouse had chosen to live in this dream state in lieu of these things. "We have a few rooms that you can choose from." He went on. "Our most popular room is the Social Circle. It has been designed to be an alternate reality where your imagination is the limit on what can be done. We've hooked up with several other dream sync houses so that this world is like a city in itself. We have superheroes, dragon slayers, executive business men; you name it.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

“It won’t happen overnight, mind you. But once the guild heads back out for their pack audits in a couple of weeks, I’ll be able to get you out of here.” She nodded, pushing the last of the food around her plate. “Why are you doing this?” The question caught me off guard, although I wasn’t sure why. I’d known it was coming eventually. I thought about brushing it off, telling her it was just the right thing to do. But the words didn’t come. Instead, I shifted, staring at the lantern flickering between us. “I’ve been having dreams,” I admitted, the words sounding strange even to me. “For years now. About a waterfall.”

Sebastian because of an arrow, Natalie being stabbed in her stomach, Aiden's neck sliced open and Samantha being ambushed by a wolf. I wrung my hands as I looked at the trees, not ready to walk to the cliff. I knew the pack was under the threat of rogues and that a pack of rogues was threatening the pack but I didn't know that it was this bad. Was my dream trying to tell me that it was, in fact, this bad, that everyone I loved was in danger? Desperate for an answer, I slowly walked in the direction of the cliff. I desperately wanted to turn around and not get assaulted by another person dying, but I knew I had no control over these dreams.