Dreamland Audiobook Novels & Stories

"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.

He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his powerful thighs, and smiled — slow, predatory, and devastatingly sensual. “Hello, little vessel,” he said. His voice was deep, resonant, like warm honey poured over thunder. It vibrated through my bones and settled straight between my legs. “You called my name three times. You offered your blood. The bond is sealed.” I scrambled back against the headboard, pulling the sheets up to my chest like a shield. My voice came out shaky. “This… this isn’t real. You’re not real. I’m still dreaming.”

--- The Dream of the Future That night, Arien dreamed again beneath the Tree of Memory. He saw the valley not as it was, but as it might be — Children growing older, some choosing to journey beyond the valley, others staying to tend the golden tree. He saw small lights flickering in the distance — villages, songs, stories. And above them all, he saw Lyra and the Flame Child standing side by side, their forms softer, almost fading, but their warmth woven through everything. When he woke, he ran to them. “I saw a time when you were gone,” he said breathlessly.

And so, as Mama Hazel embraced the magic of the dream realm, her spirit alight with inspiration and her heart brimming with joy, she stepped further into the enchanting landscape before her, ready to embark on a new adventure, to weave new tales, and to discover the boundless beauty of a world where love and storytelling reigned supreme. As Mama Hazel ventured deeper into the dream realm, she found herself surrounded by an ever-shifting landscape of wonders. Colors morphed and swirled like ribbons in the wind, casting a mesmerizing display of light and shadow. The air hummed with the melodies of forgotten tales, each note a promise of adventures waiting to be embarked upon.

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

Tiberius shuddered. “I can’t blame you. Do I even want to know what Melania was doing to you? And Katrina, you have to tell me everything about getting your magic. Like I want vivid details. But right now, I’ll settle for the short version. I have plans.” André grinned, winking. “Making a long story short, ever read Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass? Picture that but darker, creepier, and you’re Alice. It was a trip I never want to take again.” Tiberius shuddered again, wrapping his arms around himself.

she even commented it on me, as she clarified herself on what she wanted from me now. “As what could you see, I was reading a book seriously earlier, and you all of a sudden emerge from nowhere. How can you tell I am in depth of my thoughts?” I presented the book to my face again, even though I wasn’t really reading it actually. In reality, I was thinking about my dream last night and bothered owing to the fact that it seemed to be really true. I don’t know. I just find it weird in the first place. Why would I be dreaming such nonsense dream in the first place? When in reality, Dralia is mine and mine alone. No one can have her except me. And no one can keep her away from me instead. I would