Which Morpheus Fanfics Delve Into His Tragic Romance With Mortal Lovers Like In Canon?

He promised forever. Then he forgot he ever loved him. Alpha Leander Voss had everything: power, wealth, an empire at his fingertips. Until the night he's kidnapped, escapes, and is left for dead along a desolate coast. When Omega Avelin Mirei rescues the dying stranger, he never imagines the broken man will become his entire world. Renamed Shen Ross, the mysterious Alpha builds a quiet life with Avelin, tender mornings, stolen touches, and a love that feels like destiny. They marry by the sea. They promise forever. But forever shatters the day Avelin's father suffers a heart attack. While Avelin keeps vigil at the hospital, Shen rushes home to gather supplies—and his kidnappers return to finish what they started. The brutal attack brings everything back. Shen wakes as Leander Voss: cold CEO and heir to a ruthless empire. He remembers his wealth, his power, his enemies, everything except the year he spent loving Avelin. The man who promised forever is gone. Abandoned and pregnant, Avelin raises their son alone in the coastal town where they built their life. Three years later, desperate for a fresh start, he accepts a position at a prestigious company. Only to discover the CEO he'll be working for is the Alpha who destroyed him. Leander doesn't recognize the beautiful Omega now working under him. But his body does. An inexplicable pull. A scent that haunts his dreams. A bond his soul remembers even if his mind can't. As old enemies close in, Leander fights to recover what he's lost. But Avelin has already mourned the man he loved. And some broken vows can't be mended, no matter how desperately the heart remembers what the mind forgot. Can you fall in love with the same person twice? Can you reclaim a forever you don't remember promising?

Why should I mourn a mistake? But what happens when the woman he treated like a mistake become the one he can never replace? One night changed everything. A drunken mistake bound a maid to an Alpha, turning Aria's life upside down and destroying the future Alpha Kael thought he wanted. Forced to become Luna, Aria spends years chasing a love that never comes. Instead, she faces cold stares, cruel words, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a reminder of his greatest mistake. And when the woman he truly wanted returns carrying his heir, Aria is forced to face a devastating truth. This time, will she keep fighting for a man who never chose her... or finally choose herself?

My wife, Cassia, was a wood nymph. A cursed one. Forbidden to love mortals. But she fell for me anyway. Every time her heart fluttered for me, the gods struck her down with agony. She willingly endured that torture ninety-nine times just for a chance to be with me. Then, demons dragged me to Tartarus. Hellfire and whips became my sun and moon. Right as I was about to break, I remembered a prayer Cassia taught me—a desperate whisper to the gods. It finally worked. But instead of help, I heard Cassia talking to her patron goddess, Hecate. "Cassia, how could you bargain with the Furies? You let them drag Aiden to Tartarus!" Cassia's voice choked with desperate tears. "Adonis was supposed to suffer this fate. But he's a fragile mortal. This would destroy his soul! I had no choice if I wanted to save him." "Aiden is a child of prophecy. His soul is strong. The Fates watch over him. He'll survive." "Once I save Adonis, I can stay in the mortal realm forever. Then, I'll use my eternal life and all my love to repay the hell he's enduring for me." My heart shattered. As the monsters closed in on me, I stopped fighting. I gave up.

I was Apollo’s most devoted follower, the lover he handpicked from a sea of worshippers. With me, he’d always shed his divine arrogance. He was so tender, so attentive. I actually thought he loved me to the bone. Until seven days before our Consort Ceremony, when I used my gift of prophecy to peek into our future together. I expected to see a lifetime of blinding love. Instead, I saw him violently tangled in the sheets with my adopted sister, Cassandra. Wrapped around him, Cassandra giggled. "You're so good to me, my Lord. Thanks to you, I'll finally get my sister's Sight and take her place as High Priestess." And Apollo—my god, my lover—smiled down at her with pure adoration. "Whatever makes you happy, little bird. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have played pretend for this long, let alone allow her to become a god's consort." In that split second, my heart turned to ash. My faith shattered into a million pieces. With seven days left until the ceremony, I didn't confront them. Instead, I fell to my knees before the altar of Hades, Lord of the Underworld. "I offer you my gift of prophecy. I will be your most loyal follower in exchange for your sanctuary." "Please. Take me away from here. Take me somewhere Apollo can never find me."

I could hear his heart race as he spoke, my head pressed against his chest. “And were you pleased with what you found?” I asked, giving in to the urge to find out exactly what he thought of me. “I found you to be exactly what I had hoped for, after all these years. You’re smart, funny and generally adorable. You drive me insane with your stubbornness. You have a gorgeously alluring figure and a pure, sweet face. Most importantly, you’re someone who I could live with for the rest of eternity.” He squeezed me gently, running his fingers through my tangled hair. *** Seventeen year old Callista is just your average teenage girl, however when she starts to have strange dreams after coming into contact with a mysterious guy in a coma things become complicated: especially when she begins to suspect that he is trying to speak to her through her dreams. Launched into an alternate realm with Greek gods, succubi and all things mythological, Callista struggles to balance her new-found destiny and her life in the human realm.

For three months, the same steamy dream has haunted my nights. There's always a tall, faceless man. Every time, he kisses every inch of me. Heat pools in my belly, making me tremble until I shatter. I always wake up gasping, heart pounding. Staring at the damp sheets, I'd pathetically tell myself I was just touch-starved. Craving release. But last night, he spoke. His voice was deep, thick with desire. "I wish I could hold you for real. Be inside you. My little star. Let's meet. In the Eternal City. Please?" I froze. He's in the Eternal City? He's real?! I wanted to ask how to find him, but the dream shifted. Suddenly, I was seeing through his eyes. I saw him leaning against a lavish bed, his right hand sliding down to grip his hard length. My pulse raced. Then, I saw it. Carved into the bedpost was a pomegranate crest. My heart stopped. The Night House. The absolute rulers of the Eternal City. Descendants of the Underworld God. Mortals didn't cross them. And me? I was just a newly appointed court astrologer working for them. I couldn't afford to offend a single one of them.