Weird Dreamcore Novels & Stories

I felt a wave of DÉJÀ VU I felt down My heart almost throbbing out of place My imagination going wide I feel my emotions disheveled My emotions trying to balance This weird feeling haunting me I keep praying vehemently I felt so low Happy at myself Disappointed with my feelings The feelings that refused to go away I feel so hopeless I need someone to trust with this secret Can I find one? I will keep waiting Waiting, controlling, and disciplining myself To keep this feeling at bay I pray in my heart To tell the right person

I didn't said anything I went back to my room I started drinking I don't know how many bottles I drank now iam totally drunken I seen someone standing beside my bed its weirdo why this girl not even leaving me even in my dreams but I pulled her wrist she fallen on me I sat beside her and looking at my weird dream with this weirdo I tugged her hair behind her ear she is looking at me nervously she is leaving i hugged her tightly and said "dont" she stayed calm (Alan Walker - sad some times , guys listen to this song while reading this)

We had the same dream? "Darius, hey. Stop." I was out of bed in a heartbeat, my hands heavy and grounding on his shoulders. He was vibrating and it made my wolf howl with unease. "Slow down. It was a dream, babe. A hell of a vivid one, but a dream. You’ve been under massive strain. Magical burnout does weird shit to the brain."

Luckily, this was nothing more than a dream. I didn’t have to hear Nox’s voice to know that this dream was a product of his abilities. Well, one of them, at least. It was a unique kind of magic, one not often seen by our kind. Dream Walking—or Dream Weaving, depending on where you came from, was incredibly rare and often sought after. Only a person familiar with its touch would know when a Dream Walker had slipped into their mind.

Megan walked toward her desk trying to bide her time until she could figure out what to do, she knew that she was in her own head. “Have you been reading those horror books again?” Eric looked confused as he picked up an old leather-bound book with Latin scribbled across it. “You know it always messes with your dreams.” Megan stood up tall at the word “dreams.” Why would Eric have said that? She knew that they have never talked about her dreams and that was because he would go screaming into the night with what was in her head. “Really? You got to be fucking kidding me?” Megan cocked her hip out in frustration while she tapped her foot. “So, now you are changing forms now?”

" I've told you a number of times that those things aren't real the are all fake, scammers looking for people to scam. Don't be a victim because I won't sympathize with you" I frowned at what she said but didn't comment on it. She threw her bag at me as I watch her leave the class to God - knows -were probably, trying to go brew up trouble like she do. Since I entered my senior year all I do is to surf the internet looking for scholarship grants but I've never gotten one even if I applied for it but I never gave up hoping that I will get one. This is ss3( senior secondary school three or twelevth grade) and every normal teenager would be trying to enjoy there last year in secondary school bu

Jane's pulse thundered in her ears as she stared at the cock bobbing before her, thick veins pulsing along its impossible length easily twelve inches, black as midnight, the head a flared plum swelling wider than her wrist. It belonged to Darius, the towering stranger she'd matched with on that anonymous app, his dark skin gleaming under the motel room's cheap lamp, muscles rippling as he stroked it lazily. *Holy fuck, that's the biggest, longest monster I've ever seen,* she thought, mouth watering despite the knot of intimidation twisting her gut. Her pussy clenched emptily, already soaked through her panties from the buildup the teasing photos, the sexts promising to wreck her. Worth every

Wanted someone to use me so hard I forgot my own name. His message was already waiting. Ryan: Your profile says you're new to this. But your kink list says otherwise. Degradation, rough play, orgasm control, anal training. That's not a beginner's wishlist. So which is it—are you actually new, or are you just another sub looking for someone to feed her fantasies? Direct. Blunt. No bullshit. My pussy clenched. I typed back with one hand, still touching myself with the other. Me: New to the community. Not new to wanting to be treated like a whore. Does that answer your question?

“Don’t worry, I’ll learn. How hard can Dreamweaving be?” I nodded. “Then there’s no problem.” I pushed open the heavy doors, leaving a room of silent, guilty faces behind me. Walking down the cold corridor, one thought brought a smile to my lips. He didn't know the Blood Moon Awakening was only ten days away. And that the elders would only accept me, with my First-born blood, to lead it.

Damien could read her mind so what if he's aware? She shut her eyes and tried to drift to sleep. Barely thirty minutes into her sleep, she heard loud howls. Like a group of wolves were being attacked or howling out for signal. The noise came out in loud repititions and she shut her ears hard with her palms and shut her eyes tight too. Garwin had ensured he'd give them a brutal death. She refused to think to that direction. “I forgot to tell you that we werewolves can be rebirthed. I'll be back for you fuckmate.” She heard Damien's voice inside her head and screamed loudly.