Stories About Dream Catchers Novels & Stories

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

If she does, it would be too risky for her. She waited few minutes for her to decide. Then, the man started to felt fear again. His nightmare was kept on coming back. So, she decided to do what was forbidden. She came in to his dream. Dream catcher fairies, had the ability to came in someone’s dream. They had the capacity to rule in his or her mind while they were asleep. If that person could still remember her after she introduce herself in that dream she would live. But of not, she would be forgotten forever. She would vanish just like a fog in the morning.

But not more than the possibility of Mask showing up. A part of me, shamelessly, wanted to see him. The intrigue about his face still lingered in my dreams and my eyes. What would he look like behind that mask? His gray eyes flashed before me. Taking in a troubled breath, I peered at the dreamcatcher. The circulating fluid light in the central hole of the dreamcatcher turned into ripples of light and in the next second, Kyros and Verena were thrown out of the dreamcatcher. Both of them groaned on the floor, covered in tattered clothes, filth all over their bodies.

and quickly dropped my hand. “They’re dream catchers.” I arched him a dry glance. “Wow, you’re quick.” Grinning, he said, “I am. Do you have some Native American ancestry in you?” “Nope,” I answered in a bored voice, keeping my attention on the dance floor. “Then why dream catchers?” I veered my gaze back to him. “Because they’re my thing. Is that all right with you?” He grinned. “Perfectly all right. Did you used to have bad dreams?”

Jack sighed as if I had hit a nerve with him, which answered my question without him having to even speak, but soon he did anyway. "Yes, but not as bad as Jordan's. I got back stateside after the last mission and went to speak to my grandfather about the dreams. When you have dreams as we have, they are more than just dreams. We see them as spirits of those who have died. I still believe they are haunting me sometimes, but my grandfather was right, the dream catcher did help with the nightmares." His eyes were gazing off into the distance. It was almost as if he could see the spirits in front of him as he spoke like his words had risen them from the grave. Then he shook his head and the haun

From what I’d read in fairy tales and children’s books, witches were evil fairies that pretty much did all sorts of evil deeds…was I supposed to do something like that? Cameron tightened his hand on mine, as if he understood what was going through my mind. When I looked up at him, he gave me a reassuring smile. It helped take some of my worries away. We stopped on the second floor and Darcia knocked on the third door to the right. It had an ornate dream-catcher right at the entrance, made with beads and crystals rather than feathers. A girl opened the door almost immediately, looking at the five of us as if she had already been expecting us here. Which wasn’t all that surprising if I conside

Picking the call, I bring the phone to my ear. "Were you asleep?" West asks. He's my loyal investigator and bestfriend. Most of the time, he resides in the basement of my building, monitoring the Silver Eye, which is a device used to investigate the location of the seals. "I was" I respond, pouring myself a glass of martini. "Did you have another nightmare?" He sounds worried. "It shouldn't be surprising to you by now" I say and he sighs. "Is the dreamcatcher not working? It was supposed to be authentic. I paid thousands of dollars for it"

You're not a bad person, so you can't handle the curse. Kyra stood up and examined the paper bag. 'He will give me a gift, and then I will pay for it? What kind is that? 'Kyra thought. Kyra took the contents of the paper bag. Kyra puts the dreamcatcher Tyler gave her in the window of her room. She smiled as she hooked it up, which Cael noticed. "It's a dreamcatcher. Who gave it to you?" Cael asked. Kyra turned to Cael, who was standing behind her. "An enemy of mine," Kyra said.

I hoped she hadn't, though. I walked over and pulled it off the wall. It was still intact alright, but the colour had faded and seemed likely to break if I was holding onto it a little harder. I could feel Frank's blue eyes burning my back, wondering. “Your grandfather was such a nice man. He gifted this to us when we were seven but I lost mine. This is your mother's,” I said to him. “Mommy says he's in heaven with the angels,” he shrugged, then bounced off the bed. He rummaged through his desk drawer and brought out a smaller but equally blue and stronger dreamcatcher. “This one is mine. Uncle Wyatt gifted it to me for my birthday.”

’ He shook his head to shake off the words and the terrifying voice as he climbed out of his bed and walked to the window. The moon was full and bright and he placed his hand on the window, letting the cool breeze bring him back to present. It’s been twenty years since that incident and all thanks to his aunt and Hephzibah, he was able to be saved from that incident. No one ever mention about that day again but it has not always been easy for him. He was constantly plagued with nightmares and Hephzibah had constructed a dreamcatcher for him growing up but now, even the dreamcatcher doesn’t work anymore. He turned and glanced at the thing hanging on his ceiling and sighed.