Dream Lord Novels & Stories

King Ekmond touched the lad’s hands then touched his head, “Rise my son.” The young man combed his hair backwards with his hand then straightens up. “How’s your expenditure going Dylan?” King Ekmond asked with an expecting gaze. “Well Father,” Dylan assured, clasping his hands behind his back. “I have great news.” “Go on.” “I’ve gone up North and now I have found the dark systems conjuring darkness in the world.” “Then the voice of God has taken you on the right path.” “He never fails Father. My quest led me to know the Leader of the Drokan Empire Dorak Herra, a so-called leader of the Purifiers Creed, King Eric Levia and the evilest of them all, Ethan Roy the Dark Lord.”

Other than the fact that he looked like an ancient evil vampire, his features were so humanoid it was even more eery. "Ah Cameron Diamanté. Nice to finally meet your acquaintance. Too bad this is the day you die." I blinked. His words sounded more like a promise than a threat. Cameron was unyielding though. His bravery was either very admirable or very stupid. He stepped forward. "This is for all of my people you have killed." The Dark Lord chuckled. "Oh, after all these years of you trying to probe and invade my dreams, I thought you would have been more impressive. Maybe that will all fall to your sister. When I wed her perhaps we will grant some of your people their lives."

“Morpheus, you need to explain everything to me. You can’t leave me in the dark anymore, not when nightmares are attacking me and women wake up from a coma to tell me you’re in danger and need my help.” He visibly paled and looked away, as if he was unsure or ashamed of what he was about to tell me. I placed my hand on his shoulder, turning his gaze back to me. “I’m different from you, Callie. I’m Morpheus, prince of the Dreamlands and god of all dreams which are not scary or delusional; those are my brothers’ departments.” He waited a moment, expecting me to lash out at him in anger. Instead I nodded and urged him to carry on.

Ronin recognized the metaphorical significance of the dream—how the demon represented the dark aspects within each person, capable of inflicting harm upon others or even oneself if not acknowledged and controlled. The dream's horror was not limited to the physical realm; it extended to the depths of Ronin's subconscious, exposing his inner demons. This introspection revealed his own potential for malice and the potential darkness that could consume him if left unexamined. Ronin's fear amplified as he recognized the unsettling duality within himself—the capacity for both good and evil, compassion and cruelty. The dream acted as a harrowing reminder of the importance of self-awareness and the

Dailon shook his hand, Adrian shook his hand with a lot of strength. "It's nice to meet you, Adrian, I feel like I've heard that name before," Dailon commented as he pulled back his hand from Adrian's strong grip. "I'm the king of darkness." "I think I've been in your dreams before." Dailon eyes met Lilith as he said that, this made her curious were his dreams about her? "So I'm guessing you're the god of dreams?" "The one and only." "I thought I blocked you from my dreams." "You would need the blessing of dreams for that to be possible." The blessing of dreams was something you had to get from the gods and goddesses themselves but you had to have certain traits it obtain it.

"Lord Xrysos is not a man you should know." "Lord Xrysos?" Damon questioned. "Yes, he is the great ruler of The Golden Gates, his Empire is rich in gold and he is a man surrounded by great warriors, the finest of all the lands. He is feared and respected by many. How then can a slave, one as yourself claim to have had dreams about such a man?!" "But it is true master, I have indeed been having dreams about him, how else would I have found out his name." Damon felt his eyes water, he has become more confused even worse than he felt before seeking to learn more about this man.

Wolf: “What? Really? But my sexual orientation is very normal.” Dreamer: “Who cares if you are a man or woman? Now, as long as he is rich, even he is a man, he can also love the vain and shallow person.” Asher: “Dreamer are you jealous? Are you blaming Master Lucifer for not liking you? I think you cooperated well with Master Lucifer when you were fighting the Boss. Do you like Master Lucifer?” Dreamer: “Bullshit! It’s getting outrageous! Even if I like man, I will only like Master QEEN, a real man.” (QEEN= Quickly Eliminating Enemies).

Otherwise, he wouldn't have told her it was best not to mess with the talisman suppressing the manifestation. With his hair down, Landon held his folded umbrella. Though he said he couldn't deal with the Dreamdemon, his face showed no trace of fear. Instead, he looked lazy and relaxed, his handsome face carrying a hint of mystery. "That's an evil spirit that makes people dream. According to the books, people even gave it a name—Dreamdemon." Even though he said "according to the books," he obviously just knew it himself. Aria had figured out how Landon talked by now. When she saw him tilt his head, there was a casual ease about him that he didn't show when they were outside the manifestation.

Vador said to Aleister as they left the room. "Dark lord," Jadis bowed. "To what do I owe this honour," Vador said offering her a seat. Lady jadis was a white witch,she was the leader of the eastern empire.Vandora was her cousin and was sent by jadis with the approval of the council to watch Vador. Falling for the dark lord,Vandora refused to leave,she had called jadis earlier that day to inform her that the lord was having an affair with a human vampire in the royal house.

Add that to the hidden door in Uno's room and the message behind the picture, and I've got myself the world's biggest mystery next to the Loch Ness monster and Big Foot. I pounded my fist on Uno's door. "Open up," I said. "What are you doing there?" Like yesterday, and the numerous days before that, there was nothing but the sound of my breathing. I pounded harder. "Have you spoken to Doctor Sanders? You need to see her." I pressed my ear on her door. If only I could hear something- a television game show or the sound of an instrument. Then at least I'd know that she was alright. "If you don't open this door, I will call the police. This has been going on for too long." Footsteps. Those were