Syndicate Dream Novels & Stories

“You’ve said that before. I heard human mates’ fertility skyrockets when mating with a wolf. It’s perfect for breeding, even you can’t fuck this up.” Their voices echoed within the pavilion, their faces concealed within the shadows, they were known as The Syndicate. Comprised of seven Elders graced with immortality, unknown to the public and I was never granted the privilege of seeing their faces or their names. Everyone assumed I wasn’t governed by rules, and that I had access to immeasurable power without consequences. I answer to The Syndicate, I follow their rules and regulations without any voice of my own. I detested the Syndicate, they deemed themselves gods and frankly they were. The

"Shareholders? The Syndicate owned the Core. And the Syndicate is a pile of rubble in the Gutter." Cyrus let out a small, dry chuckle. "The Syndicate was a subsidiary, Leo. A local management firm hired to keep the 'cattle' in line while we harvested the planet’s remaining essence. Chairman Thorne was a useful foreman, but he became... sentimental. He started believing his own propaganda about 'legacy' and 'bloodlines.'" Cyrus tapped his cane on the black glass. "The Directorate doesn't care about bloodlines. We care about ROI, Return on Investment. And right now, Neo-Tokyo is a non-performing asset."

The vulnerability in his voice broke me all over again. We spent the rest of the night talking quietly, sharing the details of the dreams we had seen. The fantasies had shown us how deeply aligned our hearts were — both of us craving normalcy, safety, and a love that wasn’t commodified. But the terror remained. If the syndicate could show us such perfect visions of freedom, how long until they used those dreams to manipulate us further? The next morning, the syndicate sent a new message praising the increased domestic footage from the apartment.

Julian did not offer them money; he offered them a target: The Syndicate, the organization that had, in various ways, destroyed their careers, their freedom, or their lives. He met Kian in a windowless sub-basement of a derelict library. Kian, a man whose quiet demeanor concealed a core of violent, disciplined capability, examined Julian with professional skepticism. “You’re a CEO. You run on clean data and shareholder reports. The Syndicate runs on blood and anonymity. You’ll break,” Kian stated, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that matched the acoustics of the damp room.

“Therefore, before I take care of Lee Sehun's things to be transferred to another place, then I want to meet,'' Lee Umji replied with another special intention. “I see ... alright. Where do you want to meet?'' “How was yesterday's cafe? Close enough right, I guess where we are right now is also not far.'' ''Of course. I'll be ready and thereafter an hour, okay? '' “Okay and Ha Mino ..., '' called Lee Umji, pausing for a moment. ''Yes?'' “Take the Daydream script over there later." Ha Mino smiled spontaneously. “Alright.'' Although Lee Umji only mentioned the Daydream script that he needed to bring, he knew very well what it meant. Hopefully the thinking isn't wrong this time. ***

They hadn’t and the Syndicate had begun to worry that there was no heir. Now, Xan was acting like a nervous puppy for the Heiress to the American Syndicate. It would create a very powerful alliance, not that Xan was interested in that. “She is who I want for my Phoenix!” Snapped Xan. “It would make a very powerful alliance!” Denug admitted. “I am not interested in her for that. She is smart, funny and beautiful!” Xan said. “Wow, you got it very bad man!” Denug groaned.

Hello everyone! Sapphirian J here🥰Tanner's Unrelenting Soul is the second book in the When Dreams Become Reality Trilogy. If you have purchased chapters of this book already, please skip to your current chapter to not buy chapters you have already read. Book synopsis: Tanner has all but sworn off relationships altogether. Marriage and babies would never be his thing. Tanner is okay with having a new woman in his bed every week. Then he sees Kaysen, a widowed mother stripping at the local strip club, and the tables are turned. Will Kaysen be the woman to bring Tanner to his knees?

It doesn’t make me jealous that I don’t get to be the Alpha and show this pack that women can lead, that a woman can be an Alpha. “Fine. Okay, things have been weird since just before Crista showed up.” I admitted setting the glasses out on the counter. “What does that mean? Weird how? What happened?” Zoe questioned, at least starting to help me as she got drinks and healthy snacks out of the fridge. “I had a dream or a vision. I don’t know. I’ve never had something like this happen before. There were two men and a woman who looked like me yet wasn’t. She didn’t have my red streaks or blue eyes. It was what I’d look like if I wasn’t a hybrid and got mama’s brown eyes.” I sighed.

“Promise me something.” “Anything.” “That no matter what happens, we hold on to this — us. Our family.” He kissed her forehead. “I promise.” Meanwhile, across the city, the masked figure watched a news report featuring Damon and Sarah’s announcement about their engagement and company’s new direction. The figure’s voice was low, cold. “They’re strong, but they’re still vulnerable. We’ll exploit every crack.” A phone rang. The figure answered, “The plan moves forward. The Syndicate will rise.”