Dream Sans Underverse Novels & Stories

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?"

“Oh, please. Those were trapped in the Dream Realm when it was created. They’ve never crossed into this realm. The entrance to that realm collapsed decades ago and it wasn’t a physical portal to begin with.” “Uh, yeah. Well, that’s what they are claiming. Something came through.” “That’s crazy. What did Alpha Wolversen say?” “What does dead silence mean as a response?” “Fuck. Nightmares. How can we combat something like that? That’s insane. I can’t believe that. It implies the rumors of a Goddess reconstructing the Dream Realm are true. Crap.” Dominic realized he faced something worse than losing his seat. His mate was involved in something that was more than anyone expected. “I’m calling Al

Dusty Non-Flower also looked at him and smiled faintly, "What? With just one little dream demon like you, you want to control me?" Dreamless Nightmare is a kind of dream demon derived from nightmares, and nightmares are often a way to show the vulnerability of a person's heart, therefore, what Dreamless Nightmare is most skillful at is, peering into the most vulnerable place of a person's heart, and then taking advantage of the gap to enter the country. It wasn't that Dusty Non-Flower didn't have the most vulnerable places, it was just that with this skill of Dreamless Nightmare, he couldn't peek into the depths of his heart yet.

Caius narrowed his eyes hearing his late brother's name. Nemiah was starting to become hysterical in her sleep. She was sweating so bad so Namir shook her shoulders to wake her up. Nemiah gasped as soon as she opened her eyes. Namir has already turned back into his tiger form. Nemiah hugged him as soon as she realized she was just having a bad dream. Her body was trembling as she cried on Namir's warm fur. Caius and Vivar looked at each other. The prince felt a bit concerned about her but it eventually faded away. "So she hasn't forgotten about him," he murmured exasperatedly.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

"If we fail, the 'Total Sector Liquidation' starts with us." "We won't fail," Ethan promised, his "Piercing Blue Eyes" reflecting the "Analog" green of the server screens. "Because Damian is 'Calculating' a businessman. He’s not 'Calculating' a 'Furious' father with a 'Subway' army." The Vow of the Underworld

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "Zane! Move your legs or the roots will swallow you whole! This isn't the Wastes anymore!" Rhea’s voice echoed through a cavernous, fungal twilight that smelled of damp earth and ancient, rotting cedar. She scrambled across a massive, pulsating vein of wood that was easily the size of a city street. This was the Under-Whisper—the subterranean circulatory system of the world itself. Above them, the sky and the snow were gone, replaced by an infinite canopy of glowing, bioluminescent roots that dangled like the nerves of a giant.

Deep beneath the bustling Diamond District lay the "Under-Grid" bar, a hidden spot filled with booming bass and swirling violet mist. In this underground space saturated with the smell of ozone and shady data transactions, those known as the "Unregistered" bartered away their humanity for a chance at prolonging their fragile existence.

He was still unfamiliar with these things, asking, "What’s the Black Den?" Lucas, Mary’s father, added, "Is it a company?" Vanessa proudly said, "Their influence is much more significant than that of a company. They have many industries under their umbrella, including the game Ourea’s Peak and Dream Smart Home. “Simply put, the Black Den gathers talents worldwide. Those who can enter are rare talents. I never thought I would make it to the finals." Savannah asked in confusion, "So, what skills do you have?"

It’s her dream of herself running in the middle of the forest being chased by ferocious dogs. Currently, however, there are no dogs nor a dark scary forest in sight. In her dream, she lay on the whitest powdery sand that she has ever seen in her life. The ocean was clear and blue, mirroring the equally blue for the sky was cloudless. The beach looks so surreal, like a still frame picture and she happened to be it.