Beyond All Dreams Novels & Stories

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

I asked surprising myself. “What!?” I wanted to press on but I restrained myself, I really needed that name, I don’t know why I needed the name I just know I need to get it. The last time, well the only time a dreamer’s name was discovered it led to the destruction of realities… “Realities?” she asked I sighed “What I’m about to tell you must not leave the walls of this room, I warned, there are different types of plains in the world, this part of it only holds ample to zero amount of power”

ɴᴏʀ ᴀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ɪ ʀᴀᴘᴜɴᴢᴇʟ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ғᴀᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴅᴜsᴛ ɪ ɢᴀᴢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ sʜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴡɪsʜɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟ� �� ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ

I murmured "You tried your best" A month had passed after Lily's death. Home never felt like home. School even got worse, news started spreading about me having dreams and how it actually happens. Everyone avoided me, no one wanted to associate with me, except for kelly and Liam. I felt like an outcast. I wanted to drop out of school but then I remembered my mom did everything to make me be in school, I was not going to throw that away. i haven't had any dreams since then and it really made me worried and alot scared than before. I didn't know what to expect.

"Cast away your worries, my dear For tomorrow comes a new day Hold to me, you've nothing to fear For your dreams are not far away" They all stopped what were they doing when they heard a very pleasing voice. It seems to be pulling you in with the softness of her voice. The Royalties just closed their eyes as they felt Raven's song while Ash was standing close to Akisha and staring at her face as the latter sings. "As you lay your head and you rest May your dreams take over my love Listen close, my son of the west For your destiny lies above Though the world is cruel There's a light that still shines

He turned back to her, searching her face for an answer that went beyond her words. "Yes, that’s really my dream. But not all dreams get the chance to come true," she said, her voice quiet yet firm, as if she had long accepted this truth. "Often, dreams remain just that—dreams, especially if they’re impossible or if it’s too late." A bitter smile curved her lips, one that barely reached her eyes.

His eyes filled with pain. “You won't.” The stars around them brightened. One by one. Thousands of lives. Thousands of possibilities. Each one reaching toward her. The Dreamer pointed toward them. “You'll become responsible for all of them.” She looked around. At the countless forgotten futures. The abandoned dreams. The people nobody would ever meet. And her heart broke. Because they were beautiful. Every one of them. “I know.” “No.” His voice cracked. “You don't.” The stars began moving. Not randomly.

It's ours. We hold her. All of us. Grateful. Broken. Healing. "Is it over now?" Luna asks. "Really over? Really finished?" "Yes." Hope the God smiles. "I ended all threats. Fixed all realities. Balanced all existence. You're safe now. Forever. I promise." We believe her. How can we not? She's God. But that night, as I sleep in my mates' arms, I dream. Of something moving. In the space beyond existence. In the nothing before nothing. Something that even God doesn't know about. Something older. Something watching. Something waiting.

I mischievously said, “So this is what you call strategizing? It’s more like preparing for danger. I didn’t come to Bourdamun for defeat—I came to fulfill my dreams.” “Do they have the guts to oppose you?” Atlas uttered fiercely. I giggled, “It’s just an example.” "Okay, then I’ll help make your dreams come true,” Atlas chuckled.

No matter what she pleaded after that—even when she wept, admitted she was wrong, swore she never wanted to let me go, and begged for a second chance—I didn't flinch for a second. Some wounds are simply too deep to ever be made right. The End