Thaumcraft Strange Dream Novels & Stories

Lyra muttered. “No,” Theron replied. “She’s something more now.” Lyra’s voice dropped. “Does that scare you?” Theron’s gaze didn’t waver. “No. But it should scare everyone else.” Later That Night – Serena’s Dream She dreamed of a door—ancient, golden, veined with vines of moonlight. A voice whispered: “You sealed the Gate... but what of the others?” She turned to ask—but the dream shattered into darkness. Final Scene – A New Threat Awakens

*THUM. *THUM.* The same rhythm. Aurek cursed under his breath. No, he growled. No, no, no… The whisper slithered up again—clearer, closer, directed only at me: —*blood knows blood*— My vision flickered. Not black. Not white. Something else. Images flashed in my mind without warning— A woman screaming. Chains cutting into wrists. A white-hot circle. Hands forcing energy into a body about to break.

"Please don't leave me." Tears running down my cheeks as I ran after the figure that was quickly out of my sight. My little legs helpless to catch up. The darkness scared me, I hugged my bear bear tightly and squeezed my eyes shut. "Elora. Elora. Are you ok my dear." I woke to someone shaking the shit out of me. Sitting up in the strange bed and taking in my surroundings. I must have had that dream again. They were getting pretty frequent now. They never made any sense. The person leaving me was a blur. I had no idea who or where it was. People told me it was just a dream but it was always the same.

I need a little help here. The map glows for a moment, points toward the bed, and then goes blank again. I walk over to the bed. I pull back the covers and look under the pillows, but nothing. I go to my knees and look under the bed. Beneath the bed, I see a dark brown and black amulet shining at me, waiting for me to take it home. There is also a set of eyeballs looking at me.

We would do that tonight if he wanted to. “Think of the Dreamworld as a living organism. People can go in and out of there without any problems as long as they behave the way that the world desires it to. It is hardwired into the world to desire it to remain hidden. It was a defense mechanism put in place once others began to covet it for its power. It sensed you as a threat because you were able to see it for what it truly was,” Dara explained. My eyebrows furrowed at that explanation. That did not entirely make sense though because I was not the only one who could see it and manipulate it.

Ajibade asked. Mr. Sam looked towards my direction with sympathy. "There is nothing to be scared of sir. Just the us what we need to know." "The fact is, Ai hallucinate due to the effect of the drug in her. She has her experience differently which causes her a nightmare." "Okay, go on." Mr. Ajibade said. "Her hallucinations is never an imagination of rape mind you. But her nightmare is base on her experience that she was raped by him. That never stop haunting her as it has become an unforgettable memory of her. I am treating her on both side. Her hallucinations and her nightmares."

Thanatos asked as he waited for Takamatsu and Isekai's reply. "deal for me, son what do you say?" Takamatsu asked Isekai. "i will prepare the necklace," Isekai answered as the world immediately started breaking apart. Seeing this thanatos smiled as he said time to go, he has only made this reunion possible by summoning tharterean pit, though if this was in any other situation he couldn't have done it but this was a dream world nothing is real and every imagination can become real, he has only imagine the presence of a tharterean pit the same way that Takamatsu has imagined a gun.

In another dream, Star found herself in a vast, ancient library, its shelves stretching endlessly into the distance. She ran her fingers along the spines of mystical books, each filled with knowledge waiting to be unlocked. As she opened one tome, words flowed from its pages, swirling around her, forming intricate patterns that mirrored the power within her. Night after night, Star's dreams grew more vivid and compelling, drawing her into a world where her powers were limitless.

“The book, Violet. The journal I pulled from the vault — the Grimoire of Thorne.” She frowned, puzzled. “That old thing? You said it was too dangerous to even open.” “It is,” Kael said quietly. “But it’s also the only lead we have.” He crouched down beside a fallen tree, brushing mud from the carved marks on its bark — faint runes, almost erased by time. “This book holds rituals… spells that can reach across realms. Including the Dream Realm.” Violet’s breath hitched. “You mean—” “Yes,” Kael interrupted. “Rituals that can send something — or someone — back where they came from. Including Khaenat.”

The moon was full the night Thelma dreamt of blood. It was the kind of night where everything whispered. The air seemed to carry secrets and the trees danced to a wind that had no rhythm. Thelma lay still in bed, Saint curled beside her, his tiny hands tucked beneath his cheek. The cold of Britain did not reach her; her dreams were warmer, yet not comforting. They were too alive. Too loud. She saw flames. Not just fire, but blue fire, licking the skies like it had a mind of its own. And in its heart, a dragon—not just any, but one with scales that shimmered like obsidian and eyes that carried her reflection.