Technoblade X Dream Novels & Stories

ONE Tulip's POV. Tonight was when I would lose my virginity to Damian, my boyfriend, my mate. He had been patient enough to wait ever since our mating ceremony, and I made a secret deal that when I get the approval to be a Coach to Hockey Dreamers players, I shall be ready for sex. I applied the red lipstick on my lips, ensuring I was good to go in the mirror before exiting the dorm room. I was locking up when; "And where is the nerd going, dressed like this?" I heard the voice of Xavier Grey, my childhood bully and Damian's cousin who was also his greatest rival.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."

The alliance members cheered, their voices raised in celebration. But then, a powerful Dream Walker appeared. It was larger than the others, and its dream energy was stronger. "This is the Dream Walker leader," Noah said. The Dream Walker leader attacked, its dream energy causing destruction everywhere. Noah fought back, using the power of the Dream Crystal. The battle was intense, but Noah was stronger. He used the power of the Dream Crystal to create a powerful blast of dream energy, destroying the Dream Walker leader. "We did it!" Noah said. The alliance members cheered, their voices raised in celebration.

As much as I’m sad to close this chapter, I know it’s time for me to move on to new beginnings. But don’t worry—there are still stories I’m excited to share! If you enjoyed Blinded Dreams, I encourage you to check out the prequel, Dreams Come True. It tells the beautiful and unique love story of Sabrina and Travis, where Sabrina first sees Travis in her dreams. Their journey is heartwarming and full of surprises, and I’m sure you’ll love it as much as I loved writing it. Additionally, if you’re into fantasy, my bestselling novel Third Chance Mate is something you won’t want to miss. It’s a world of adventure and magic, and it holds a special place in my heart.

Blade’s POV I woke up panting and sweating profusely from head to toe. It had been over three months since I had dreamt of anything. No surprise that after such a long break, I would have a terrifying dream of being chased by my own wolf. The cold wind blew against my skin, sending chills down my spine. For the umpteenth time, I had slept on the bench outside Camila’s cottage. I stared at my phone and was astonished to see that it was five minutes past five in the morning. I couldn’t believe that I had been asleep for almost ten hours.

Pointing the blades to the supposed threat. Just as he was about to plunge forward, I walked in on his crazy idea of defense. “ What do you think you are trying to do Balmoh? Are you crazy? Put that down this Instant!” I commanded, crossing my arms in exasperation. Can't anything be normal around here? Now it's an eight-year-old wielding a knife, threatening to kill someone. An absolute stranger at that! Where's everyone anyways? Nobody is ever around when you need them. “ Ssshhh, come over to this side Zoa. This is between the two of us. I can't put the knife down, how else would we protect ourselves.” He turned to face me, throwing his hands up as if stating the obvious. Urgh!

"Do you have a question, kitten?" She nodded. "You may ask one question." "What is this place?" Blake crossed to the stove to peer into the tub of water. "This is my play cabin. Some Doms have a dungeon, I have a cabin." He returned and stopped behind her, lifting her hair, twisting it up and securing it with a large tortoiseshell clip.

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

He kept the blade pressed to the panting Xokothi's throat. "Do you have a name, friend?" The Xokothi's bright eyes narrowed. "Okotwe." "Well, Okotwe, I think we can come to a compromise after all. You share your prize, I'll share mine," he agreed, "but on my terms. And I reserve the right to trade my cunt for yours, a permanent swap." He was referring to the girl Shinatri, the slender and petite 18-year-old captive who even now stood among Okotwe's men.

………………… Brinley. I'm dreaming I know I am, because I'm laying in Xanders arms right now and I know I'm with Knox. And Knox is so good to me, why in the hell am I dreaming of the man that caused me so much pain?. And I can hear him whispering sweet things In my ear, and Xander is not the type to do such things.