Huntress Dream Remnant 2 Novels & Stories

They were like dogs on the hunt, they knew simply what tht were meant for, she'd plagued their dreams for a long period of time, she'd been solely theirs meant for them, that much had been made known to them from their dreams They'd delves from realm to realm moving and searching for gert they'd never had a strong a link to her as they'd been here, she certainly had to be here. They'd had the urgent sense of dread needing to find her because of the premonition and also because they had been forewarned by some sense no that they could really explain it "What do you think she'll be like?!" Darren asked "Do you think she knows about this?!" "I don't really know but we'd figure this out, she is

He gives me a worried look so I mindlinked him. ‘It’s okay, she’s not dangerous.’ I tell him and he furrowed his brows but nods. I looked over to Syria’s direction. ‘She’s a shifter, a dragon shifter,’ I finish my words and Hunter grabbed my arm and looked me in the eye. ‘Are you certain?’ He asked through mindlink. I nodded in reply and he let go of my arm, glancing at the woman named Syria. ‘How?’ He asked.

Duskin spoke to the crowd, “We would love to celebrate with you but our Creatress Luna has gone into her first heat unexpectedly. We need to retire into our room to finish the bonding in private. Thank you for bearing witness to our union and becoming the first pack to be aligned with the Creator. My mates and I will be leaving now… Enjoy all of the food and activities of the afterparty on our behalf!” They disappeared from the ceremony and appeared in a penthouse of Duskin’s hotel chain in Thailand. Ife felt too hot, she needed out of her clothes and the twins assisted her. Duskin mindlinked her that they needed to mark her and mate as quickly as possible so she could survive the final bond

The hungry looking rogues circled us, smacking their lips together and growling. Rachel pulled me into her and let out a kick to one of the rogues. She was a great fighter while I just stood their like a useless idiot. Picking up a long stick beside me I poked one of the rogues in the eye making him yell out in pain. Buying myself a few more minutes to think, I found myself wishing I could reach Ben by mindlink. "We're coming. Don't worry." His voice filled my mind and I squeaked in response. How the hell did that happen?

“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 words to give it justice. I am afraid to go back to sleep, and yet I want to. I want to dream about her, I want to have her in my arms, I want to be doing those things I dreamt about to her. It is absolutely maddening. I can’t function properly, and I just can’t get enough blood to drink. I haven’t dreamed since before I was changed, and even then, nothing like this. Nothing!” “Dom, you got it bad. Maybe this is a connection you two have. Maybe she is the same way?” “I thought about that too. Because in

I laughed thinking back to his face smacking that tree yesterday. “I love you, my little mate,” Wyatt smirked. “I love you too Wyatt,” I smile walking out of the door. I head to the tree line of the forest and call out to Sirena, “Sirena, I know you can hear me, can you please come talk?” I kept telling her to come out until I saw bits and pieces starting to appear out of smoke until she fully appeared in front of me. “Yes, Remi?” “I have had some more dreams, more frequently about the vampire…”

Jeff giggled, "Let me ask you a question, why do you like this Prisca-girl so much?" Diri, still running on the treadmill, replied, "First off, her name is not Prisca girl. Her name is Prisca. She's unique, she's beautiful, and she has an amazing voice. Aside from music, she is an industrialist, someone who puts her head to work. What not to love about her?" "Let's just get it straight here, she wasn't yours, she can't be yours and she will never be yours. Stop living in your dreams man, fall in love with someone physically, and get laid." Jeffery scoffed.

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

It prowled her veins, fierce and hungry, its promise echoing in her mind—vengeance, power, rebirth. You are not done. Rise. Nyxara’s eyes snapped open, violet fire burning beneath her lashes—an untamable inferno that would never be extinguished. Every betrayal flashed before her, each one forging her will into a weapon sharper than any blade. The dreams they’d tried to steal from her twisted into new forms—armor, claws, teeth. The world had crowned her the White Wolf’s heir in secret, but now, awakened by agony and rage, she claimed the title with every beat of her heart.

It was a Library—a physical collection of books and seeds, kept in a pressurized dome that was beginning to crack. The Sovereigns have found the Last Humans, but they’ve also found the "Remnant-Pack"—the 2.0s who were left to rot in the real world. To save the future, Elara must now bridge the gap between the "Glitches" she loves and the "Tools" she once hated.