Dreamers The Novels & Stories

And from that divine union came the next evolution of creation— The Dreamers of Duality. --- The Birth of the Dreamers They were born on worlds scattered across the cosmos—some beneath oceans of light, others under skies made of memory. Each Dreamer opened their eyes and remembered two lives at once: the one they were living, and the one they had yet to live. In their minds, past and future flowed together like rivers meeting at the sea. They were not gods. They were not mortals. They were bridges. And with every breath, they shaped reality through awareness alone.

Wayne's desperate search for his wife had been all over the news, so when he mistook a stranger for Arden, everyone thought he had finally lost his mind. Even his closest friend, Dorian James, wondered if Wayne had gone mad. After all, the woman standing before them was the Henley family's heiress, and she didn't look like Arden at all. Sensing Vincent's rising temper, Dorian quickly tugged on Wayne's sleeve and whispered, "Wayne, you really are mistaken. She's the Henley heiress."

I almost said no. But this is Dane. My mate. “I dreamed a woman,” I said quiet. “Silver hair. Gray eyes. She sang to me. Two little boys played near.” Dane waited. “It felt real, Dane. Like a memory. But I do not know her. Why dream her?” “Sometimes dreams are only dreams,” he said soft. “Head making pictures.” “Maybe.” But I did not think so. He pulled me close. I went happy into his warm. “If it comes again and still hurts,” he said, “we ask Elder Miriam. She knows dreams.”

Soft as a whisper. Yet powerful enough to shake worlds. The Dreamer had spoken. And it said only three words. "Help me remember."

“Oh god, you have no idea I've touched myself again and again to the thought of having an orgy with so many girls. But I've never had the chance to explore with anyone.” “Well now is your chance, baby. We will take good care of you tonight.” Dream spoke. “Touching myself and imagining an orgy of beautiful women was truly what kept me sane during those years of running in my village. Till I came here a found this crew. They've kept me grounded ever since, letting me explore their bodies as I please. And now we would do the same to you.” “You deserve it baby, you've earned it,” Celestine whispered. The air in the attic felt thicker. Their scents surrounded me. The knowledge that they were alre

After we got engaged, my fiancee sent a child from abroad. She also sent an email along with it. [Noah, I was so bored overseas that I accidentally had a baby with Raivo Fallon. Since you’ve always been so eager to suck up to me, I’ll leave this child in your care. You can get some practice ahead of time so you’ll be ready to be our caregiver when I return home to Abrein.] Without a word, I handed the child over to the butler. Seven years later, all the CEOs stationed overseas returned to Abrein for their performance reviews. Laina Miller drove up in a Raypach, leading a large entourage that blocked me at the entrance to the Miller family residence. She held a cigarette between her li

I mutter watching the scenery flash by through the window. Black Jack clips me on the shoulder in silent understanding without another word; by the time we land back home, I'm on edge and in a foul mood at the thought of Liam never returning to Julia and me; of him finding a new man to love for the rest of his life. Sorting through the paperwork and finding the organization that Liam works for and besides Liam there are four other men and three women who are arriving as well: Luke Carmichael, Paul Andrews, William Mitchell, Daryl Green, Natalia West, Mary Gibson and Monna Brewer.

that night after Zayn manager left him in his room and Zayn slept and dreaming about Sara suddenly and he also meet Sara in his dream . O heart, you're mad, you only know what you think, you only know what you think, o mad (heart), why you show me dreams sleeping and awake, as dreams rain drop by drop, closing the eyes, closing the eyes, as dreams rain drop by drop, closing the eyes, How do I walk, I can't see,the unknown paths..

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

I ignored the flutter in my heart and kept reading. ‘Dreamwalking is a mastery possessed by Reavers, enabling them to seamlessly enter and exit the dreams of others, as if they were physically present. This extraordinary ability also allows them to navigate and manipulate their own dreams, shaping the narrative and environment with precision. Many Reavers utilize their dreams as a mirrored reflection of their waking lives, creating a sanctuary where they can escape the mundane routines of daily existence. In this realm, they can find respite, allowing their physical forms to recharge while their minds roam free.’