Technoblade X Dream Novels & Stories

“I have another one—how about a dart gun that delivers a psychoactive compound? Something that causes vivid, disorienting visions.” I paused mid-keystroke to stare at her. “I can’t believe you just said something that actually sounded reasonable.” “Hey!!” Tyla protested. Quin snorted. “Alright,” I said, turning back to the screen. “We’ll call that one the Hallucination Dart Gun.” Tyla shook her head. “No, no, no—it needs a cheesier name.” I raised an eyebrow. “Like what?” She grinned. “Dream Blaster 3000.”

Yet none of them was to end the endless romance. Xandra had never been with a man. She doesn't have any experience but she relaxes with masturbation. Next morning she woke up tossing to the other side when she saw her clothes scattered on the floor, the skirt and the blouse, her bra and undies. Last night she had a dream of having oral sex with Darby Rothschild... her arrogant boss. Could it be true? He would never even kiss her. Her day dreamings with him are getting way too extra that he is coming in her dreams at night.

Or Aiden. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, afraid of breaking the trance and connection with him, if I raised my voice. "I came to know about everything. Katelyn. The attack. Sebastian." "How do you know that?" "The dreams," I confirmed, waiting and wanting to hear him speak again. He scoffed. "Of course. The dreams with the goddess." I didn't say anything to that. What was I supposed to say? I had a feeling that he didn't want me to say anything to that. His scoff seemed accusatory and I crossed my legs over my bed to sit comfortably.

Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the same bed with him. Emma started feeling hot after taking two glasses of red wine.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “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 word

he tapped the sides of his Tankard and the bartender hurried to make arrangements for the order. And Mr. Mateo was still speaking. "I want us to make a toast... A toast to the unwanted dead. at least, my wish had been granted, my prayers have been heard" The drinks arrived and Mr. Mateo stood on his feet. "Cheers to the death of Elena Domerio!!" He yelled lifting his Tankard up to the air. The men does the same too and there was a thunderous bang of... "CHEERS!!!". Just then, The clouds rumbled, the rain beat faster upon the thatched roofs and a lightening struck...

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

Teaching Emma to walk into dreams wasn’t one of Daniel’s better ideas because now she did it with ease. He watched as she snapped her fingers and the door appeared. Daniel regretted that he had made sure she could put up one hell of a fight in dreams. He hid behind some trees and began to fire off spells at her. Emma blocked each one and landed a few good hits. Even today he still has the scars to remember that night. He had taught her how to protect herself in dreams just in case one of the many demons that wanted to make a name for themselves might

Their connection felt profound, as if they were two souls intertwined since birth, destined to support and understand each other through life's journey. On the other side of this intricate dream tapestry, Xender's eldest son, Xavier's counterpart, was also lost in slumber, unaware of the mirrored dreamscape unfolding simultaneously. Within his dream, he found himself standing in an entirely different house, a place that radiated an air of familiarity and warmth, much like his own home. The dream home, belonging to Xavier, captivated Xender's son with its cozy ambience and comforting hues.

Then I heard the footsteps fade away. “Were safe for now” I said, then looked at Callie, unconscious “my X-Blade has the ability to destroy Corona’s manipulative magic once I defeated someone if they manipulated by Corona herself. This is just the beginning” I said. Meridia sighed in relief, "We'll need a plan. We can't keep hiding.