Technoblade X Dream Novels & Stories

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

’ However, no matter how she views the place, she cannot dream of looking up to it. “Silly you, that will remain as your dream. Just a dream,” Amandla said while rubbing her buttocks after a hard fall from the ground. She pointed her index finger at the silence with no one else around. “And I shall keep my limits to it in the dream.” She had to remind herself because it was better for her to keep believing that her dream or wishes did not come true. “Stand up, Amandla; you must try harder,” She exhaled. “Tomorrow, you will be alone again, and the next day – hoping for a better change.”

She explained. “When I started getting the visions. Were they real-time? And was I only getting them because Tiberius is my mate?” I continued to probe her, wanting all the answers I could get from her. “No.” She stated. “No? Okay, so if being his mate isn’t why I was getting those visions, and I can enter his dreamscape, what is? Because I’m a Berardi even if I don’t have a drop of magic in my blood?” I asked, hands on my hips getting agitated.

I ask, my voice quieter than I intend. Maverick bites his lip, eyes wide. "I had a dream about him. Last night. He was standing and waving at me from afar." “Me too!” Makayla nods quickly. "In my dream. He picked me up and spun me around, then he looked at Maverick and smiled." My breath catches in my throat. Oh Goddess. How is this happening? How is Xarion already invading their dreams? "Tell us the truth, Mommy," Maverick says, crawling closer. "Is he our Daddy?"

A swift strike landed, and Chassy staggered backward, her movements momentarily faltering. Xander, paralyzed in the dream and unable to intervene, experienced a profound sense of helplessness. His heart ached as he watched his mate, usually a beacon of strength, weaken under the assault. The dream played out like a surreal tapestry of anguish, each frame etching a painful image in Xander's subconscious.

And then he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs, his eyes locked on mine as he slowly peeled them down. His cock sprang free, long and thick and perfect. I gasped at the sight, my pussy clenching with need. But then I noticed something else - a glittering piercing running along the underside of his shaft. "Holy shit," I breathed, sitting up on my elbows for a closer look. "Is that... a Jacob's ladder?" Dante just grinned, wrapping a hand around his pierced cock and giving it a slow stroke. The metal bars caught the light, glinting wickedly. "You like?" he purred, his voice thick with arousal. "Wait until you feel it inside you."

Sophia’s POV** The dream felt too real. Wolves clashed beneath the full moon, their skin was filled with blood, their howls carrying sorrow and pain. But in this chaos, I saw him, Xavier. His golden eyes burning as he fought an enemy, one I couldn't see. Then, Alpha Baron appeared, his big form slamming into Xavier. Their battle was brutal, their power shaking the earth. I stood in the middle of it all, frozen, a whisper of a name filled my ear.

"We fight." ​: As the first drone dived toward us, the black thorn on my wrist didn't just throb—it opened. A third eye, violet and slitted like a cat’s, blinked open in the center of the scar. ​"The Scythe has evolved," a voice that wasn't mine whispered in my head. "And it’s hungry for steel."

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

The men were Smith and Jones. Leesa watched herself step out from the trees and move slowly toward the xenorians. She named her alter ego Dream Leesa. A moment later, Rave and Dominic emerged from woods and positioned themselves a few steps behind Dream Leesa. The xenorian holding her mom pressed some kind of small black device against her neck. Sunlight glinted off two chrome prongs. The prongs reminded Leesa of vampire fangs, and she had no doubt they could be just as dangerous. Dream Leesa moved forward cautiously, stopping about ten feet away. “I see you brought some friends with you,” Rome said. “They will not help you, even if they possess magic, I promise you that.”