Dreamland Audiobook Novels & Stories

She could have sworn that she could still smell her dad’s cologne, and with that, a mist began to form in front of her eyes, but this time she was in for a surprise. Before long she fell asleep with books littered all over the bed and the floor. Aj was trying as he made himself into a tight ball above her head. It was only seconds when Aj started to snore. Once she entered the astral plane, she felt like she was floating. Ever since Thomas had taught them to dream walk, Sage had been trying to protect everyone by popping into their dreams occasionally, and now she just wanted to remember the good times with her dad & mom.

“Which is why I’m your mate. Now let’s see how much fun we can have while we get down to business creating the foundations for history.” “I guess it should be interesting to see how this will turn out. Though, only time will tell on that.” Raven shifted up onto her tiptoes and kissed her mate as her fingers buried in his hair at the back of his head. FIFTEEN YEARS LATER The Dream Realm is a work in progress and will always be. It’s an ever changing and shifting in one place or another. There’s always something hidden or popping up in some long-forgotten corner. Or was that place there yesterday? Yes, life would never be quiet for anyone.

Lily said, "Something like that." I stopped walking and said, "You are joking right?" Lily said, "I do not joke." I looked at her. She was serious. I said, "Okay explain." Lily began to explain, “Dreamwalkers use mana to access another world. Let’s call that world the dream world. Every living thing’s dreams manifest there, I mean the good ones, bad ones, nightmares, everything. A dreamwalker’s job is to patrol that world, make sure nothing crosses over into reality and causes problems. But when a dreamwalker sleeps, they can unconsciously open a gateway. If they’re having nightmares… that gateway stays open. And things come through.”

"I'll give it to you. I'll give you the whole damn sky." How ironic. Valerius, the bastard who made that promise in my dream, was a complete liar. Yet the one delivering this ultimate romance... was the terrifying, ruthless Lord beside me. A walking demigod. My heart felt like it was being ripped in two. "You don't like it?" Cassian frowned slightly. He caught my emotional breakdown instantly. I ignored him and walked straight to the bar in the corner of the deck. There were a few bottles of strong Dwarven spirits.

Before I can even think about what to do, a familiar and friendly voice filtered into the surrounding surroundings. “Hey Illusions, it's me Frequency. So I can't see you right now because the Nightmare Master has cut my connection to certain technology. I'm sure you noticed some weird things happening, which is why I'm trying to get in contact with all the Nightmare Lords, not just to see if they're okay but to see if they know anything. Since your mute tap once for no and twice for yes, got it?” Aiden’s hand slipped from my shoulder as he watched me yank the knife from my shoulder and tap twice on the nearest object.

However, I barely make any progress when the darkness around me makes way to color and image yet again. This time, something is different. I feel immersed in it, just like I was in the dream I had this morning. As the colors around me grow sharper, I realize that I'm in Sangria Amori. It's nighttime, and I can see the edge of the forest. Something about the scene looks familiar, and as I look around, I realize that this is the night when Diamond lost his hearing and voice.

Damien explained and hung his arm over Jade's stomach. “I tried to home medicate on my own because there were no pharmacies open by that time. But night came and I couldn't sleep. I heard wolves howling from far off. Like hypnotism, I left home again and followed the sounds till it landed me in a forest and I saw many others like me.” He continued his explanation but Jade was getting scared now. Had she just made a mistake? He heard her thought but decided to ignore it for the moment and carry on with his narration.

I’d bought it on a whim at a flea market, thinking it would make a quirky coffee table piece. Curiosity got the better of me. I flipped through the pages, smirking at the archaic language and diagrams of pentagrams. One ritual caught my eye: “Summoning the Spirit of Desire.” It promised to awaken hidden passions, to bring forth a being that could fulfill your deepest cravings. What harm could it do? It was probably just some New Age nonsense. I lit a few candles— vanilla-scented ones from the bathroom— and drew a crude circle on the floor with chalk I found in my art supplies. Chanting the words felt silly at first, my voice echoing awkwardly in the empty room. “Oh spirit of lust and fire, h

The word rippled through her, settling into her bones like light turned warm. > You are the first storyteller of the next dawn. The one who will give this universe its song. And as the voice faded, a single thread of crimson light descended from the moon, curling around her wrist like a living ribbon. It pulsed once— a heartbeat. Then it vanished into her skin. --- The Dream of the Flame That night, Lyra dreamed. She stood in a great hall of shimmering glass and silver, and in its center burned a single flame— small, golden, perfect.