Dream Lord Novels & Stories

“My name is Domenico, and I’m your new god. If I tell you to speak, you speak. If I tell you to suck my cock, you do it. Otherwise there are nasty consequences.” “S-suck what?” I asked as I swallowed. Had I heard him right? I begged myself to wake up, to free myself from this strange dream, but the cold seeping into my bones and the grit digging into my palms told me it was no dream. It was a living nightmare. He grabbed his crotch and dragged his hand along the visible ridge. His lip tugged up and due to the light, his expression was sinister. It sent a splash of cold through me and sent my mind racing.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

And out of the water, a figure began to rise, a being woven from shadow and starlight, its form fluid, shifting, endless. The boy appeared beside Lyra, eyes wide. “That’s not Dominion.” “No,” Lyra breathed. “That’s older.” The creature’s voice rolled across the water like a tide. “You woke the Dream. You divided it. Now it calls for its parent.” Liora’s hand trembled. “The Mother?” The being’s many eyes opened at once, shimmering like galaxies collapsing. “No, little spark,” it whispered. “The Dream before her.” The ground quaked, the air splitting with cold. Lyra’s light flared instinctively, shielding Liora behind her. The boy’s voice was a whisper. “Lyra… we’ve just met the First Dream.”

Liz exclaimed, pushing past Kris. Liz moved towards the door but Kris grabbed her arm. Liz spun on Kris. "Let me go!" "No!" Kris replied, "If I'm not real, then how am I able to stop you? This is my dream. I'll do whatever I want in it." "Are you insane?" Liz was confused. This was definitely not Kris' dream. Was it?

“Whatever you know for your mother, remember? Better start talking.” She inhales a shaky breath and sits down. “The vampire lord's name is Dario Vitale. He's ruthless, fearless, reigns over three kingdoms because he's constantly waging war against tiny villages owned by witches. Some people say they've never seen him, and others who have described him as a young man whose beauty can make you sin.” I cross my leg, tapping my fingers against my thigh as I stare at her. “And the kingdoms he rules, what are their names?”

The baby smiled as he slept, as if dreaming. "You even smile, you little brat. " The creature retorted as Damian smiled. "You are such an actor. " Liana looked up at him, with eyes filled with anger, wonder and confusion. He definitely sensed that and began, " Human, do you have any idea who you are dealing with right now? Do you? Of course you don't. I am the king and lord of the mighty Dragon realm. The one and only ruler of the blessed dynasty, the robust and fearsome, Draco. "

I continue, pointing a finger at the now unmoving lycan. For a moment, Barren doesn't speak as his eyes take me in, making sure that I'm not lying about not being hurt. "Barren," I snap, my frustration spiking. "Explain! Now!" "Right," he sighs, taking a quick look at the lycan as if he expects it to move. "It's called a somnium beast. They only exist in the dream realm, and they're what my father forced me to create to help him take out those who opposed him."

“Like everything else about him.” The room laughs. Daniel stirs. His eyes flutter open, bleary and confused, and for a moment he just stares at me – his bride, naked, riding his cock, surrounded by his friends. “Elise?” His voice is slurred. “Wha... what’s happening?” “Shh.” I put a finger to his lips. “Just a dream, baby. Go back to sleep.” His eyes close again. He’s too drunk to process, too far gone to understand what’s happening.

Her father, Morris Strickland, couldn't accept what had happened and took his own life by jumping off a building. Her mother, Bethany Adkins, was shoved down the stairs by debt collectors and left in a vegetative state. In a single night, Melanie found herself abandoned by the world, left wandering the streets with only a few of her belongings. On her third night sleeping in the hospital corridor, Raymond had a falling out with his family. After selling everything of value he owned, he appeared before her with 18 thousand dollars. "Melanie, I'm homeless now, just like you. If you feel sorry for me, could you let me stay by your side?"

will then be corrupted beyond repair resulting the body to become brain dead. Special dreamers which are called 'Lucid Dreamers' are people who can "swim freely" in the 'Plain of Desire and Idea' thus granting them the ability to control their perceived dreams albeit they do it unconsciously. Very few lucid dreamers can master this ability and swim freely on the plains of sleep thus having the ability to technically turn your dreams on and off as you swim towards the deep, these people are classified as 'Lucid Divers'. A few of these Lucid Divers have the ability to reconnect a dreamer's broken tether thus waking them up, these special people are called 'Dream Callers' and are considered as