Huntress Dream 소설 & 이야기

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

Perfect, that's exactly what I was hoping for. Like I said, lust or bloodlust, these leeches only have two track minds.

"He seduces me at first, and when I resist sex with him, he forces me—," Hex watched me carefully. "Is there anything else you can remember about the dream? Your surroundings—," "I'm in what looks like a castle, a huge canopy bed with white satin, and a window that's small and reminds me of something off a Disney movie." "Dragon males will stalk their mates—," Luther slammed his fist against the table, rattling the tea cups, and spilling mine onto it's side. I hurried to pick it up, tossing Luther a dirty look.

She dragged her forward along the steep corridor, they ran, slipping on the smooth stone floors, and how they flew out of the low door straight into the frosty night - the captive did not understand at all. It seemed to her that she was sleeping and seeing a feverish dream. Only when frost and a furious prickly wind hit her in the face did she realize that what was happening was not blaspheming, but was happening in reality. - Go. Fast. If I ever see you or that bastard again, I'll kill them both. Understood? – asked the strange huntress and shook the walker: – UNDERSTAND?

Hetha looked the most human out of all of our squad, with her curly red hair and freckles, her ears were easy to hide, and the hourglass frame and green eyes could be traits of any mortal around. “You and I both know that hiding our wings is second nature, we only show them when we need them.” She paused, “I am sorry that we didn’t run it by you first.” She added, sensing my anger.” “While the Berserkers are trying to get information from the target, we will use this downtime to train.” Hestia groaned, “Oh, come on, can’t we have fun for once? All we ever do is train and missions.” “And because of that, we have never been unsuccessful in a mission.” I pointed out.

I don't know but when I dream of him I have no control over it and for some reason, it feels so real. Chapter One Chase (POV) I woke in a sweat and of course with another hard-on. The same dream keeps haunting my nights. About this same woman with red hair and deep green eyes. The only thing is I have never seen or met her. I wonder if she is even real. Her full lips and her curves, all in the right places. The dreams began a couple of months ago and each time it always seemed real. The way she feels when I hold her, and the taste of her when we kiss. The dream always ends in the same way. In each other's arms after a night of passion. I don’t know what triggered all these dreams, all I know

Hazel's POV I had the most wonderful dream. A type that I had never had. I think sandman stepped up his game in trying to override Santa Claus and other guardians like Jack Frost, Easter Bunny, tooth fairy, and all the others, and trust me, I would give him an eleven out of ten - yes, an extra mark because he really deserved it. The dream felt too real and too good to be true. Quite alright, he had used the image of Hunter in the dream and I would've had a problem with that, but after making me experience an heavenly ecstasy in my sex dream, I ruled out every possible problem there was.

Her face, appearance, personality, beauty,voice, stinch,all I miss and crave terribly. "Thought you'll never come" A stone knocks my head. "Huh?" I stare around. "Up here!" Her voice rings from a tree top. That's obviously the trees highest peak,how in the world is she there. "How in the world did you get there?" My lips hangs. "Am a Huntress,am trained" she rolls her eyes. "Pretty cool" I compliment. "Yeah, mustn't be a werewolf to perform cool activities" she stick her tongue.

Hunter A pounding ache behind my eyes greeted me as consciousness reluctantly returned. I pried my gritty eyelids open with a groan, sunlight streaming in from the open curtains piercing like daggers. How long had I lain here tossing and turning, tormented by lingering memories of HER? Lena's whispered pleas and roaming hands refused to grant me peace, even in sleep. The temptation she presented haunted me endlessly. To possess her lush curves fully, if only for a night... With a growl, I threw off the sweat-dampened sheets. Such foolish fantasies only weakened my resolve. I would not so easily discard principles for lust. The girl was a means to an end - securing the dragon'sbond through un

The dream played out like a surreal tapestry of anguish, each frame etching a painful image in Xander's subconscious. Chassy, refusing to yield, rallied against the vampire's onslaught. Bloodstains marred her fur, a testament to the sacrifice she endured for the pack. In the dream, Xander's silent pleas for Chassy's safety reverberated, but he remained a captive observer, unable to shield her from the onslaught.