The King Of Dreams Novels & Stories

I said while my eyes involuntarily closed. I lost my consciousness. … “How many years has it been?” a woman asked. Judging by my previous dreams, she’s the queen. I thought. “Yeah…” the man answered. He’s the king. “But, we don’t have a choice. It’s for the kingdom – “ the man explained. No, no. Scratch that. I thought. I didn’t understand a thing he said! What the hell are they talking about? (A/N: remember. He forgets the dream minutes after he wakes up.)

******************* Princess Kaylan was reading a book in her room when her maid showed up and informed her the King had summoned her. All the blood in her veins dried up immediately. "Do you know why?" She asked nervously, her book still in her hand. "I'm sorry I don't, my Princess. Princess Cara wa actually the one who'd informed me about it on my way to the laundry" the maid answered with a polite bow and Cara stood up immediately. Oh! She's always been so scared of the King and never wanted to do anything that'd make her stay alone in the room with him. The King was a nice man, yes. But the stories she's heard about him were just too aweful. How mighty he was in battle, strong, fierce, h

I want to ignore this dream since it's not about me, but it keeps on coming whenever I close my eyes. The dream seemed more like a memory than a dream; I guess it's one of my mother's memories before she met my father. If this dream tells the truth, it means that the queen Sophie is not the king's real mate. King Edmund also has another older son besides Liam, and if this was also there, Liam wouldn't be the rightful future alpha king.

My body is fine. The king was not here. It was all a dream. I put my hands on my sweaty forehead. It was all a dream. It was not reality. The king is not here and I am fine. I try to calm the rapid beating of my heart. It was the worst dream ever. This is what the king’s fear does to me. I am scared of him even when he is not here. What will become of me when he will be standing in front of me with anger?

Evander glared at both men standing behind him. Have they lost their minds? They have been on this journey all yesterday and not once do they mention to him whom they were after. Only now that they had entered into the Gates. Damon stood with his head bowed and so did Erin. "Erin?" he asked the other. "Don't call me. He is the one with the dreams, not me!" "What dreams?" Evander asked Damon. "He's been seeing the King in his dreams since the day I met him." "Every girl desires the King so they dream of him. Maybe it's the same with you." Evander reasoned.

And I doubted I’d know how to properly hold a sword if anyone had the insanity to hand me a blade. There were people too—complete strangers—I encountered in these dreams. One was a strict, old king, or at least I assumed he was a king. He sat on a throne with a crown wreathing his bald head. His beard was thick and craggy with streaks of white in the dark strands. He glared at me, telling me how worthless I was, that I only caused death and destruction, and then he cast me from his army. It always felt as if my heart were shattering when he repeated those words to me, dream after dream.

I felt heavy maybe due to the amount of fufu ( A popular Nigerian food ate with soup) I had last night but that wasn't the problem, the problem is that I didn't feel like working this morning and knowing my mom she wouldn't hear it. "You are still lying down, wait till mummy gets up here". King said as he roughly push himself out of the small room I managed myself. I have three siblings and I myself,to be more detailed three brothers. Imagine living with three brothers, hell right? My first brother Wisdom, is having his NYSC( National Youth Service Corps) in Kaduna State. He is the child of my parents youth age if you know what that means. My second brother Precious,is in his finial year in

She took a long, thoughtful sip, then finally said: “He’s never been one to miss power when it’s offered on a silver platter.” The King exhaled, not quite a sigh, but close. “I see him sometimes… in my dreams,” he said. “He hasn’t aged. Always standing in fire. Always in shadow.” “Perhaps he never left,” Grandma whispered. Another silence fell. The King sat very still, trying to feel his pulse through the porcelain cup in his hand. Then, as the sky began its first blush of twilight, Grandma turned to him, her voice low, her gaze sharp enough to cut silk.

What was that about? I took a deep breath and began gathering my thoughts. "Then, ask me anything you want, Your Majesty." The king's expression softened, and he leaned forward slightly, making the conversation feel more personal. "I have been thinking ever since last night. Your blue eyes, your pale skin, and golden locks... All of those features seemed too uncommon for the people in my kingdom. You can barely see anyone even with lighter hair. And almost everyone's eye colors are dark. But yours... Perhaps... Do you hail from another kingdom? Are you a spy planted here to give away my kingdom's weakness?" King Lucian smirked knowingly, hoping to get the response he wanted from me.

A smile soon rising along my lips as I continued to admire my mate. “Good Morning little one, sleep well?” “If you mean with zero dreams then yes… I did sleep well.” A frown instantly rising at the mention of dream. Tori apparently prone to having dreams or nightmares of him standing within a battlefield while overlooking dead bodies. The dream always the same. Tori being forced into watching as the Rogue King slaughters us one by one before his very eyes. His last dreaming being of Jake. A dream he hadn’t told anyone about except Jake. Alex and I along with Zak each sleeping when he did and while I’ve tried a few handful of times to get him to speak, both he and Jake had refused to elaborat