Strange The Dreamer Novels & Stories

The strange dreams was to blame for this. I had not felt like myself since the day of my anniversary. Ten days had passed and the nightmares had gone, only to be replaced by the strangest dreams. I was no longer a thirteen year old but Luna Keira. The hallway was no longer dark but brightly lit, though silent as a graveyard. Rather than an attack, an assault was what I suffered. One I didn't like to wake up from. The dreams were purely illicit. The male's face was obscured but I knew him by his fierce purple eyes. He was not just any male but a beast.

"I saw that. That was fucking cool. Did you watch the video where they were on stage, and the bass drum exploded at the end?" "I missed that one. I will have to look for it. I'm not that good with my computer plate yet." They fell silent, and then the stranger turned and looked around the mist. "It's not that I haven't had weird dreams before, but this is super weird." The skinny guy laughed to himself. "I sleep next to an alien, so what do I know about weird?" The stranger turned to leave, but now Sloan was interested. "You're in a dream?" "I'm asleep."

Drakken woke up with a start, sweat pouring down his face. He had just had a terrible dream, one where his deceased mother was crying out for justice. In the dream, she told him that evil was lurking within the Kingdom, brought by a stranger. The stranger was the only one in the pack who didn't belong, and she warned him to be careful. The dream was so vivid that it felt real, and it left Drakken feeling uneasy.

it sounded familiar, like the one in my dream and when I looked up at him, I was taken aback when I saw those same golden eyes I had seen in my dream. He was the man from my dream. " You're...Mr Strange," I didn't even know how I was able to speak. " Yes Scarlett, and I am your mate,”

The dream came on a night when the moon was full and the stars seemed brighter than usual. Kai found himself standing in a vast, empty field beneath a sky the color of deep purple. The air was still and heavy, and the ground beneath his feet was covered in soft, silver grass that shimmered with an otherworldly light. A figure stood in the distance, silhouetted against the horizon. Kai walked toward her, his feet moving without effort, drawn by an unseen force. As he drew closer, he recognized the flowing robes and silver hair of the Dreamer.

"He is an anomaly. A localized temporal anchor. He shouldn't exist in the First Paradigm." "He didn't," the Stranger whispered, the shadows around his form peeling back to reveal a face pale with sudden realization. "Not in the way we did. But the loop... the loop isn't a circle. It’s a spiral." Ava couldn't breathe. The pressure of the golden eye was a suffocating weight on her chest, but the memories the creature had unlocked were shifting inside her mind like tectonic plates. *Little Dreamer.* She remembered the void. She remembered creating the first spark of light because she was lonely, and she remembered the shape that had risen from the dark to swallow it. But there was another memor

Her fingers immediately stilled beneath my palm, though I could still feel the tension lingering there. "Don't think too much about it." She turned to me so quickly that the movement caught me by surprise. Disbelief spread plainly across her face, her brows lifting as though she couldn't believe those words had actually come out of my mouth. "How can I? How can I not think about it when I keep having weird dreams." The concern that settled inside me was immediate. My brows slowly pulled together as I searched her face. "Dreams about what?" "I keep seeing strange people. I don't know who they are, but they still feel familiar. I think I might be connected to them."

He had to work, as he always did, on slowing down and getting the timing correct. After two hours he was satisfied. He tumbled into bed, falling asleep within a minute. His dreams were pleasant, mostly involving a cute girl that kept trying to get away. Every time he dragged her back with the rope around her middle. Sabrina's dreams were pleasant also but highly erotic. She was tied up lying on her side on a table. A stranger kept asking her if she wanted to fuck. When she said no, he approached either her open vagina or open mouth and used them as hard as he could. It felt wonderful but he would always stop before she reached orgasm. After a great number of penetrations, he finally went too

"Every time you're near, I get hard. So fucking hard it hurts. I want to bend you over this table and bury myself inside you until you scream. I shouldn't want to fuck a stranger, but my cock doesn't seem to care who you are." The crude words sent a rush of heat straight to my pussy. "You shouldn’t—" I couldn't manage more, my throat closing around the word. "I dream about you," he continued, voice rough with frustrated desire. "A goddamn stranger. I wake up with my cock so hard I can barely walk. And the worst part? I'm calling for a woman who isn't here. A ghost. Why is that, Dr. Graham?" How the fuck am I supposed to know that?

“Laurel—my Laurel—disappears mysteriously while traveling. We’re told she was in an accident. Nobody found it. Just a burned-out car and some clothes.” I froze. She leaned in. Only moments passed before you appeared. Claiming to be her. She carried her physical appearance and behavioral traits yet lacked her true spirit. I shook my head in disbelief but she continued her argument. “I hired someone,” she said. “Private investigator. He’s been tracking your movements. You slipped up, sweetheart. Left a trace. You were in Louisiana. Under another name.” My legs failed and I collapsed onto the bed's edge. “I didn’t mean to—”