The Dream Weaver Novels & Stories

“Do you even read? A dream trace is a sediment of the dreams you have had. You may think you forget you dreams but the brain stores them somewhere for you and it comes back as déjà vu. Things you think you have seen before are just dreams you have dreamed and not remembered.” “How does that have to do with this?” “Some of their witches and dream walkers, Darius. They move from dreams to dreams, old or new and if they so much as sense that you talked about them? They will come for you because they do not like anyone fucking with their plans.”

Saving him from his confusion, I explained things better. “ What century is this? I'm thinking it's a different century, that would explain why it didn't exist or this might be a different world entirely. Or my favorite explanation to this, I'm dreaming.” Yes, I still firmly believe that it's a dream. “ Dreams last longer than a month? That's new” He teased me and I glare at him to shut up. “ So, what century....?” I asked again, remembering that he hadn't answered me. “ I don't know.”

How are you, Myung-dae? Choi Dea cleared her throat, breaking the mutual stare with him. His voice was husky and pleasant, it sent another motion of tingle through her body. 'Why am I feeling like this? Myung-dae followed his gaze to her, then grinned again. He waved his hand to introduce her to him, "This is Miss Rachel Choi, the CEO of Dream Shade.... Before he could say anything more, Sung-ho stood up from his chair, never taking his eyes off her. He wanted to see her from more closer, as close as possible, he thought

Embry links me while watching them with a smug grin like he is impressed. “I Ryder Pierce swear my loyalty to Alpha Raven Holmes and Wolf Creek as its Beta. I swear to help guide and protect Wolf Creek and its wolves towards a brighter future,” Ryder pledges, his deep green eyes stay locked in on my black eyes that are glowing hints of red. “I Liliana Pierce swear my loyalty to my twin sister Alpha Raven Holmes and Wolf Creek as its Beta. I swear to help guide and protect Wolf Creek and its wolves towards a prosperous future,” Liliana pledges with her eyes locked onto mine while I cut the edge of my hand and bleed into the cup.

Becoming a principal dancer had once been a dream so distant that it felt unreachable. The director smiled as he handed me the tour schedule. “Take a look. For you, this could be considered a homecoming.”

Then there were the fangs and the biting— Yeah—how high school is it to have dirty dreams about a vampire? To hell with it, because in these dirty dreams, Gaia had the best sex she'd ever had. It had gotten so bad, that on nights she didn't dream of him, she'd lie in bed using all her might to conjure his spirit. When these dreams did happen, Gaia could not control them. She always woke the next morning, sometimes sore, in her bed, alone, and fully clothed in pajamas that she never remembered putting on.

“Oh god, you have no idea I've touched myself again and again to the thought of having an orgy with so many girls. But I've never had the chance to explore with anyone.” “Well now is your chance, baby. We will take good care of you tonight.” Dream spoke. “Touching myself and imagining an orgy of beautiful women was truly what kept me sane during those years of running in my village. Till I came here a found this crew. They've kept me grounded ever since, letting me explore their bodies as I please. And now we would do the same to you.” “You deserve it baby, you've earned it,” Celestine whispered. The air in the attic felt thicker. Their scents surrounded me. The knowledge that they were alre

Oshey pulled away and studied his face. "All right, let me break this down for you. On the earth right now there are several forms of life and un-life. You know about the Wolfin and our ways. But there are so many more things in life. Dream Weavers and Dream Walkers are just some of them. You are a Dream Weaver, which means you use magic in its purest sense. You gain power from your dreams. A Dream Walker can learn how to use magic, but it is not natural for them to have it." "Great, next you will tell me vampires are real too," Oshey said in a snarky tone.

“A Dreamer is an architect of the Dream Realm. As for why we are hiding your existence is because we don’t want the Fae and the others to find you. Because if they find you, they’ll put you to work, and the Dream Realm will be repaired too fast. Then they’ll do one of two things. Kill you like they did the last few generations of Dreamers. Or imprison you. Oh, those nightmares that attacked the Red River Pack? They didn’t kill you because they were searching for you. They were meant to find you and drag you back to whoever is holding Brigid.” “Who?” “The goddess they have working to repair the Dream Realm. She’s taking as long as she can, but everything’s dragging so long that she’d complete

They set out in search of the dreamweavers, mythical beings said to reside on the shores of a hidden lake, where the boundary between dreams and reality was blurred. Days turned into nights as they traversed treacherous landscapes, overcome with a sense of purpose that fueled their weary bodies. Finally, they reached the hidden lake, its tranquil waters reflecting the moon's gentle glow. At the lake's edge, they were met by a group of ethereal beings—dreamweavers. Their luminous presence danced upon the water's surface as they beckoned Adrian and Devika closer. "We have been expecting you," one of the dreamweavers whispered, their voice carrying a harmonious melody. "Your journey has led you