Quien Es Morfeo Novels & Stories

“You have no idea how fast people can change ma’am, how fast they can switch up on you like lightning in a bottle. Your people abducted me to kill after you all attacked my pack many years ago and framed my father for everything” “What? … Morph… that devils incarnate” The queen uttered with disgust. “Excuse me? Did you just curse at Morpheus? I heard from people that he’s worshipped by everyone here” Sierra said. “That’s just what we want him to believe. Morpheus is a very dangerous man. He killed his brother for the throne and struck a deal with us to attack the pack every month… there are lots of things he has done but I don’t have enough strength to waste on him” The queen said silently.

He tenderly kissed my lips and then everything went dark. I felt a light shining on me and opened my eyes noticing that I was somewhere else. -Welcome to your new home. I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming and indeed I was not. -Who are you, ¿why did you bring me here? -I'm sorry we were never formally introduced, my name is Morpheus and I will be your fiancé until we get married. -¡¿Marry?! ¿What do you mean, marry? -I see that they hid a lot of things from you, but don't worry, I'll make sure to answer all your doubts so that you feel comfortable here.

“Leader of the Dream Walkers.” The name made me squint at him in disbelief. “Who is that?” “I just told you,” he replied, a trace of impatience creeping into his tone. “He’s the leader of the Dream Walkers.” “If you don’t know what they are, let me explain—they’re like you, like us, but instead of protecting or nurturing, they exploit. They inflict harm on countless beings.” He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. “Morpheus commands entities that thrive on humanity’s subconscious fears. They manipulate dreams to influence real-world events, creating chaos and fear.

It was almost like he couldn’t register my presence like he was all alone in his study. His brows were furrowed together in concentration as he read through the documents and he looked like something the Moon Goddess couldn’t have created better with his long slick black hair that’d put most of the females’ hair to shame, his chiseled jaws, the smoothness of his face and the sharp edges of his cheeks that looked like something that was sharp enough to cut through objects. He looked like a Greek God, specifically Moros, the god of doom. “What are you still doing here?” He finally acknowledged my presence and it was with a tone so bored and degrading that it’d have pierced my heart if I wasn’t

I explained to Cyrus. “He just wants to blow off some steam, it’s nothing to be worried about “ Cyrus tried to assure me. “You also knew Morpheus was a Gryden why didn’t you tell me” “Vincent didn’t want you to know, not yet. And I think he has his reasons for that” “Do they all have powers just like Morpheus” “They all do. Dartron is a necromancer, he has the ability, to communicate with the dead and he can bring them back to life”

Even sweet Luna Rose, who had clearly seen Morpheus's dangerous path in her vivid visions. "Ancient Morpheus desperately wants to go north completely alone." "Absolutely no," wise Somnia said firmly. "He is truly the only one who can possibly reach cunning Frost. She absolutely will not listen to any of us. She just might reluctantly listen to him." "She will brutally kill him without hesitation." "Then we will deeply mourn him. But we absolutely will not stop him." Ancient Morpheus nodded gratefully. "Thank you for understanding." I did not feel genuinely grateful. I felt deeply, gnawingly afraid.

So when I see him—Moros, the god of doom—I make my move. Moros is a walking horror story. He looks like a sycamore and a steroid junkie had a terrifying love child. His antlers and arms are all twisted tree branches. His face is a skull. His legs are literal tree trunks, roots digging into the ground. He’s like a pissed-off Ent with a gym membership. But roots make you slow. Still, this guy is dangerous. He can warp your mind—show you all the worst endings to your life, make you believe you're somewhere else, with someone else. Sleeping in your bed. Walking into your lover’s arms. Falling off a cliff.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Colfre took a deep breath, swallowing the lump on his throat. “It is what you think, Morrigan. I am here to avenge my father.” Morrigan shook her head, trying to digest what is happening around her, the guards creating a human wall around them. No one could pass through them. Her eyes looked at the man in front of her in disbelief. “What do you mean? I thought you are an orphan?” Colfre scoffed, his sword touching Morrigan’s skin closer. Her neck bleeding slightly when his blade kisses her soft delicate skin. “I am indeed an orphan, after you killed my father, my mother grieved throughout her life till her death she was grieving for my father.” Morrigan tried to

She winks out of existence, leaving them alone in the library. “How do we wake up?” Ash says, standing quickly, Kai shrugs. “Morpheus?” Ash calls, loud but not shouting. The God walks into the room. He is a seven-foot-four, thin man with pale almost luminous skin, square face, large round glowing pale blue eyes, Greek nose, heart shaped lips and short tidy stubble. He also has horns curling from his forehead over the top of his head. Kai stands up, “Could you wake us up, please? Something happened to her, we need to do something.” He nods, frowning and clicks his fingers.

The spine of the book crackled as he flipped through the pages, his fingers finally coming to rest on a page entitled “The Oneroi” “Morpheus is one of the Oneroi, the winged sons of Hypnos, the god of sleep, and Pasithea, the goddess of rest and relaxation. The Oneroi are triplets responsible for all aspects of the dream realm. There is Icelus, god of nightmares, Phantasus, god of illusional dreams, and Morpheus. Morpheus is the god of dreams and is the only one of the three Oneroi who is able to see and influence the dreams of kings, heros and other gods. He is also the dream messenger of the gods and appeared in the dreams of many kings to warn them of an upcoming tragedy.”