The King Of Dreams Novels & Stories

***** When she got up, she was gasping for breath, she was holding her cheek and she was sweating profusely. "Princess Katsumi is me, Prince Cao is Empaler Aegaeus, and Prince Fiske is Regis Filius Damarion… What happened in my dream?" she asked herself confused.

He looked deeply disturbed as he rolled out the points of the handmaidens' complaint. “I am fine, I enjoyed this place while it lasted, but I have to get back home.” The smile on Ruby's face began to disappear. “You are not going back to anywhere. This is your home.” The King stated firmly. “I am dreaming Dad, of course you are not real, and you don't know that, you are not even going to believe that.” “You are not dreaming!!” He blurted loudly. There was a long moment of silence.

Something I can’t even begin to explain. “I started having dreams about you years ago. I didn’t get why or who you were, but I always pushed it to the back of my mind. It continued for years, but I brushed them off. That was until a couple of months ago, when the dreams turned into nightmares and I saw the girl I’ve been dreaming about suffering.” She looked at King and stopped. We didn’t know him well, so we couldn’t fully trust him. She doesn’t need to explain the rest to me; I already knew because I lived the nightmare.

I had no home, no family, and no escape from this living nightmare. ********* Romario's POV I arrived at the King's Manor fashionably late, but as they say, better late than never. Jose King, the formidable ruler of the Mafia world in the south side, and my father's childhood friend, greeted me with a warm smile. His intimidating presence was tempered by his kind eyes, and I was grateful he wasn't an enemy. "Rommy, you're late," Namiro chided, as she embraced me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "Stop calling me Rommy." She playfully scoffed, and I smiled at her teasing.

The man whose face I had just beheld in awe is none other than the King of Utrif. My mate is the ruler of a realm where rogues like me are branded as criminals, hunted and despised. Noah lifts one brow—a picture of complete and utter nonchalance. "I'm—" a rogue. He's the king. This can't be. There has to be a mistake. His arms are crossed. "Yes?" I shake my head and turn to glass wall. The moment I reach the end I realise I have no lungs. No breathes. There is no air.

I was not responsible for fulfilling anyone's dreams. What about my dreams? I seriously needed to discuss it with her, however, for that, we needed to be alone, and I did not think it was going to happen anytime soon. “What is it, you want Layla? You want wealth? I'll give you! You want jewels, we can provide you with that.” The king stated desperately, “But if you are in the hopes that your son will get the crown then you are mistaken because...”

But the dream continued to haunt her, and she could not shake the feeling of foreboding that Jake was still longing for something he would never have with her. Over the next few weeks, we had many more dreams, some sweet and romantic, others dark and foreboding. The Alpha King and I discussed each one in detail, trying to unravel their hidden meanings and messages. One night, I dreamt of a beautiful garden filled with fragrant flowers and lush greenery. I walked hand in hand with the Alpha King, admiring the beauty around us when suddenly, a young girl appeared before me. At first it seemed that I was the only one who could see her, but the Alpha King eventually caught on.

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.