A Hero's Dream
  • Reads 185
  • Votes 16
  • Parts 31
  • Time 4h 53m
  • Reads 185
  • Votes 16
  • Parts 31
  • Time 4h 53m
Complete, First published Oct 29, 2015
We all have dreams. Sometimes we're flying, sometimes we're running from a masked murder, sometimes we're in an episode of whatever awesome TV series or movie you stayed up watching on Netflix (Now I am Scooby Doo!); whatever you dream about, it doesn't matter! In a few hours you wake up only remembering barely half of it, and you won't even remember any of it in a week or two, maybe less depending on how horrifying it was (I can never look at squirrels the same way again). For twelve year old, Hero Zhuhai, and his friends though...well their dreams of flying and fighting crime as the most awesomeness superhero team in all the worlds is about to face something bigger and more terrifying than any old creepy librarian can ever make you feel. What is this huge, horrifying villain?...Reality. If they can't survive, who knows what it does to Frosty the Snowman or Peter Pan.
All Rights Reserved
Table of contents
Sign up to add A Hero's Dream to your library and receive updates
or
#510tinkerbell
Content Guidelines
You may also like
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
The Crown of Ice and Blood       (A Loki AU) cover
Shattered Memories (Nightmare x reader) cover
『Code Dream』 cover
The Ardent and The Bard cover
HERO cover
The Keepers cover
Blurring Lines cover
White Noise /// Wolverine cover
A City of Secrets and Masks cover
Dreams of another life  cover

The Crown of Ice and Blood (A Loki AU)

35 parts Complete Mature

I find myself dreaming about foggy voices and lights and outlines of people. The only thing clearly pictured is a girl, laughing maniacally as she swings her sword above her head, then back down, creating a sickening squelching scraping sound upon impact of an unseen target. Blood partially coats her body, her face cruel and unrecognizable, her hair braided into a crown atop her head. She looks up and sees me, her wicked grin widening. She takes a step towards me, her eyes flashing evily. She readies her sword to strike, and I step back and find myself teetering on a cliff's edge. She thrusts her sword, and just as her blade reaches me, the dream turns back to mist and I snap awake to the early morning light, lying in a pool of sweat. **Fair warning! This is my first completed story, and I'm the proud mom to it. However, I do realize I've made Asta a slight bit Mary Sue, so forgive me for that. I do apologize, and I do promise I am attempting to perfect my writing, but it takes time, and this work is far from perfect. Lots of love!