Huntress Dream Novels & Stories

"So Nathaniel rang and told me about the horrors you faced. How are you feeling? Experiencing lust enchantments can weaken the body. Do you have any odd side effects?" "None so far." But she was having those weird dreams. Should Selene tell Maddie about them? She is a witch and might have some insight into what is happening. "I have had odd dreams the last week. Every time I am in a hall of mirrors and these scenes play in the reflections. I saw a tan wolf in one mirror-one that claimed to be mine. In another mirror, there were three males. They all say the same word: mate. Goddess, they were gorgeous! Two of them were twins, while the other was a vampire. I thought the dream was some type o

HUNT "Tell me more about this dream," Lilith said as I paced around her cabin. Della was still asleep, but I couldn't put my mind to ease as I thought about our similar dreams. It's never happened to me before. Not even with Hailey and our bond was as strong as any others. "It's the same thing over and over. Someone is chasing her and I can't help her. I could feel the desperation as I searched for her cries and her pleas for help. She sounded as if she was right there, but she wasn't," I explained.

Tora rubbed her arms, remembering how those voices had sounded — clear and commanding, echoing through her mind as her children’s mouths moved in perfect harmony. “They weren’t dreaming,” she whispered. “They were channeling.” Jax nodded grimly. “I know. I saw it. Liora’s eyes went white, and Kael’s voice… it wasn’t his. I’ve never heard him sound like that.” “Neither have I,” she said softly. “And now Cheyenne’s fading, and the Huntress they spoke of is the one who binds us all. That can’t be coincidence.” Jax pushed off the table and came to stand beside her at the window, his reflection shadowing hers in the glass. “The ‘child that bears both dawn and dusk’—we thought maybe it was Serenya

Placing one elbow on railing she directly look up at moon. It's her almost daily routine . Whenever she sleep early this happen she wake up at mid night hyperventilating because of those nightmares. Her biggest fear of life. She never tell this to anyone not lilly not even her mom know. Why? She had not idea. Whatever she is seeing is just out of her head. The persons, that screams, and that golden brown eyes. Even the thought of it bought goosebumps on her body. Who are they she don't know?

I thought about the dream the whole time. It was so vivid and realistic. I could actually taste the blood in my mouth and feel their organs in my clawed hands. The transformation was absolutely painful. I had never felt so much within a dream. As I reached my room, I heard the creaking of another. "Empress Zelda?" I turned and saw Hunter. "Hello Hunter. What are you doing up so late?" I asked. "I couldn't sleep. You?" "I was having some nightmares." "Sorry to hear that. Would you like a midnight snack?" He questioned.

How I managed to move so fast, I don't know. A smile splits her face, "Dream Husband. To me, you're my dream Husband. "She says before resting her head on my chest, and all that comes out from her lips after this, are babbles. "Christiana? "I call. "Hmm_ "She replies. I try to shake her, but she rests further on me, right now, she's like a dozing child. I pull her away from me and find her eyes shut. Her eyes are shut, but her lips are moving, and out of them comes pure gibberish.

She seems don't mind the cut off and continued with a strange expression, “This is confidential-” “How can you say it is when you handed me a jade of information?!” She craned her neck, lost all the necessary excuses. She sigh after realizing I already frustrated. She ask with a bit of confussion, “How can the young lady realize my lies?” I sneered. “You really asking that? Really, how can you be a huntress?” She pondered about it, and it only cause my heart to shook with too much frustration. She said after, “Well, I'm not actually a huntress...”

Awakening from the dream, Hazel found herself back in her studio, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of her creative sanctuary. The memories of the dream library lingered in her mind, a vivid tapestry of colors and emotions that continued to inspire her artistic journey. Empowered by the dream experience, Hazel approached her work with a renewed sense of purpose and passion. Each brushstroke, each blend of color, each moment of reflection was infused with the magic of the dream library, guiding her towards a deeper understanding of her own creative spirit.

Nothing felt like enough. “Silas,” I whispered, pressing my hands to his chest. His breathing was shallow, his body too still. The scent of silver mixed with blood was suffocating. The hunters were getting closer. I could see their shadows through the gaps in the trees, hear their low voices cutting through the air. I squeezed my eyes shut, muttering a prayer to anyone who might be listening. A shift in the wind made my breath catch. A familiar voice rang through the air. “Let’s wrap this up! We’ve got enough!”

“Now that the tool is refusing to be used, you’re panicking.” “Lydia, please reconsider,” an elder begged. “We will compensate you.” “Compensate me?” I pulled a document from my purse. “It’s too late for that.” “What is that?” Milton asked, his voice tense. I unfolded the document. “A formal offer from the Silver Moon Clan,” I said calmly. “They’ve invited me to be their Chief Dreamweaver and offered me a seat on their council.” A collective gasp went through the room. “When?” Milton’s voice trembled.