Dream Lord Novels & Stories

She closed it as soon as she uttered those words. "It's fine. Don't ever forget to close your door at least" "I won't, it just happened today" she said and forced a smile, although she was really worried within her;the dream had frightened her. Deep down, she wanted to talk to him about it but was scared silly at the prospect. First, the dream was bad, Secondly, what was the point in doing so anyway? But she called him back. Baron got up and studied her face: "You look frightened. Did you have a nightmare? Wanna tell me about it?"

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.

Honor stood in the window looking at her son from afar. Duskin was the name he went by but Detrich was his given name, Dietrich Niko Zadok was born into an old bloodline, one that was cursed and his mother hoped he would destroy. But with the powers of his eldest son Daxton showcased on their surprise visit, he surly held the powers to bring the curse to its end. Such a young child and the powers had shown themselves before he entered his world of creation.

What he says next shocks me into silence. “I had a dream last night and I was at a clearing and you were wearing a blank tank top and black tights and there was a boy with you. You were standing up on a hill and the boy was wielding a sword and cutting down all the monsters. You had your bow out and you were shooting at the monsters from above then you suddenly decide to race down the hill and attack the monsters with some throwing knives, it isn’t long until there is one left, and that is when you are thrown backwards and fall unconscious.”

she said, reaching for my hand. "I'm sorry. "I said, squeezing her hand, "Alright, let's have it." "alright. So, it wasn't just a nightmare you were having. And, likely, all that you were dreaming about was possibly happening in real-time, someplace else." "and Damien? Who is Damien?" "well, Damien is the name of the master who toys with his members' minds. As it is, it seems like he might be looking for new members. He got one of my warriors today, and he almost killed a child."

Mostly in fear that this dream would vanish and I wouldn’t get the answers that I want. “Our brother, Adron, runs…created the underworld. He has fully gone under and lives there now. It is a completely different plane and unfortunately, we don’t have access to it. Adron has created all the evil creatures that you have learned about, dragons and what not, but he has also created a creature called vamolves. When a vampire or wolf is on the brink of death, he will show up and put a poison in their body. This poison makes them have the abilities of both wolf and vampire.” Althea said looking sad.

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."

Teaching Emma to walk into dreams wasn’t one of Daniel’s better ideas because now she did it with ease. He watched as she snapped her fingers and the door appeared. Daniel regretted that he had made sure she could put up one hell of a fight in dreams. He hid behind some trees and began to fire off spells at her. Emma blocked each one and landed a few good hits. Even today he still has the scars to remember that night. He had taught her how to protect herself in dreams just in case one of the many demons that wanted to make a name for themselves might

“I don't know. Maybe he knew I wasn't dead, as the others thought.” “I don't know what to say,” Damon said. Tom took a deep breath. “I’ve been having dreams,” he said. “Dreams of Lord Zack chasing me. And then, I led an army of wolves against him. It’s time to finish what I started.” Damon looked at him, his eyes narrowing. “What are you talking about?” he asked.

I gathered what was left of my clothes from the floor where we’d discarded it and put it on. “Leaving?” he questioned, voice laced with disappointment. “I need to go check on Layla. She should be awake anytime from now.” I said, then walked up to his side of his bed, “There’s something I want to talk to you about first.” “I’m all ears.” “What do you know about a man named Darth?” He sat up, “I’ve never been unfortunate enough to actually meet him. But I know he’s a powerful sorcerer who most likely has gone mad. Good thing he likes to stay hidden—far away from our kind.”