We Were Dreamers Novels & Stories

Learning everywhere we went. Not saviors anymore. Not builders. Just travelers. Explorers. Witnesses to what love could create when given the chance. And it was everything we'd wanted. Everything we'd needed. Everything. Together. Always together. Across infinity. Forever. Living our forever instead of just building it. And that was the greatest adventure of all.

Was this a dream? “What is it, Gemma? What are thinking about?” “Am I dreaming, Declan?” “Oh, my sweet wife… You’re not.” “Are you sure?” As a reply, he took Gemma in his arms, pulled her against him, and trapped her mouth with his. Declan’s lips opened over hers in an erotic, thorough, mind-stealing kiss. And just like that, all thoughts vanished. “Darling…” he whispered against her mouth. “We’re here… I've waited so long for you… I imagined this moment over and over again… But reality beats my imagination.”

The one who never spoke but whose presence lingered even after he left. Sky had told himself it was just a one-time thing, that he wouldn’t even see him again. But now… he was here. Sitting across from him. Real. Even more intimidating under the house lights. The host's voice came over the speaker. “Welcome, Dreamers. This is the start of something new. Whether you find love, fame, or just unforgettable memories… the journey begins now.” The six of them exchanged glances. “Well,” Kim said, clapping his hands once. “Shall we start with introductions?”

She wiped her eyes before she played another song and song along with it. “There was a time when men were kind...When their voices were soft...And their words inviting...There was a time when love was blind...And the world was a song...And the song was exciting...There was a time..Then it all went wrong..I dreamed a dream in times gone by...When hope was high and life worth living...I dreamed, that love would never die...I dreamed that God would be forgiving...Then I was young and unafraid...And dreams were made and used and wasted...There was no ransom to be paid....No song unsung, no wine untasted...But the tigers come at night...With their voices soft as thunder...As they tear your hope a

Not just of a territory, but of a fragile, beautiful, awakening song. And as we looked around at our family, the healers, the warriors, the scholars, the dreamers, we knew our choir was ready. The next movement was about to begin.

The dream, with its cryptic messages and shadowy figures, had set the stage for a saga that transcended the boundaries of mortal and supernatural realms. Carlile, the stalwart companion by my side, nodded in silent affirmation. Together, we embarked on a quest to defy the threads of destiny, determined to reshape the narrative that unfolded within the tapestry of dreams. The shadows of the past may have cast their pallor, but in the crucible of determination and alliance, we sought to forge a different path—a path where the echoes of a dream could be rewritten and the inevitable rewritten.

With each step we took, we drew closer to the truth, ready to face whatever awaited us on the path ahead. For in the face of adversity and uncertainty, we had found strength and clarity. The dreams had served not only as harbingers of danger but as catalysts for our own transformation. We had become warriors of the subconscious, defenders of the realm of dreams, and guardians of our own fate. And so, with hearts aflame and the key to guide us, we ventured forth, ready to face the unknown and protect all that we held dear. For in the realm of dreams, we had discovered the power to shape our destiny and rewrite the narrative of our lives.

We had earned this moment. We were more than the labels people had tried to pin on us. We weren’t just outcasts or rejects. We were survivors. Builders. Dreamers. We were women who had been told we were broken and worthless, but we had taken a rotting shell of a building and turned it into a place of light and warmth and future.

Together, we formed a close-knit group, united by a common purpose and a shared sense of destiny. Together, we began to train and hone in on our individual and collective skills, using these gifts for the greater good. The Alpha King and I sent them out, and they travelled across the lands, from pack to pack, helping those in need and fighting against injustice and oppression. They became known as the Dream Keepers, a group of powerful and compassionate warriors who fought for what was right.

Dreamers. Not creators. Not destroyers. Dreamers. The Architect lowered his head. "They wanted existence." A pause. "We refused." The realization hit Nova instantly. The Dreamers weren't monsters. They were possibilities. Lives that never happened. People who never existed. Stories that were never told. The thought hurt. Because somehow, it felt tragic. The Architect looked away. "We feared them." Silence. "So we destroyed the Archive." The floating city suddenly flashed. Bright. Violent.