The King Of Dreams Novels & Stories

Still no reply. I sighed, “I'll have to seek help when I'm back in the real world, my dream is changing, it might mean something. I need a solution before it becomes worse.” I turned around, ready to leave. Then I heard a voice, “I am Pilgrim, the overthrown Alpha and king of the moonlight pack!” I was stunned. "How is this possible?" I've heard of the story of Alpha Pilgrim, the cursed king. “How is the tyrant king in my dream?”

“Dangerous wish.” “I don’t want this night to end.” His rough, warm fingers smoothed over my damp forehead. “I’m here.” I lifted my head and studied his face. King Rael without his crown looked like nothing more than a man—golden eyes full of secrets, shadows tucked behind them. “Aren’t you sleepy?” I asked. “No,” he said. “I rarely sleep.” “Why?” “Because dreams aren’t kind to kings.” I swallowed. “What kind of dreams?” He stared at the ceiling, then back at me. “Dreams of being someone else.”

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

This beautiful, impossible dream was real. Through my happy tears, I looked down at the king kneeling at my feet, the man who had faced down monsters and ghosts for me, the man who was offering me a future I had never been brave enough to dream of. And I gave him the only answer there could ever be. “Yes.”

Eventually Alex is able to tell me the town, and that it isn't too far from here, before both him and Alex leave me to rest. Not that I can find much...Nightmares haunt me. Nightmares of being kidnapped, meeting an enigmatic hunter with unspoken abilities. A King, a rebellion. These nightmares assault me so viciously, so vividly, I wake in the night in a sweat, gasping in panic. These aren't nightmares, they are memories.

He asked with the same soft voice. Vivian blinked her big eyes and answered "my name is Vivian Turner.. And your?" She asked back.. An unknown soft smile crept on his face "I am Alexander King.." Her eyes widened in surprise "you are King?" He nodded "yes.." With a pursing lips and confusing eyes, Vivian watched him carefully "Then where is your king dress?" For her King's should wear their expensive costumes how she has seen in cartoons and story books.. Alexander chuckled "I am the King without any King dress.."

Recently, King Edward Herman and Queen Mary Herman had announced the fixed marriage of their daughter to the King of Country A. Country A was the richest and most powerful nation, ruled by the formidable and ruthless King Alexander Knight, often referred to as the "God of War" for his undefeated record on the battlefield since the age of 15. Country K, in contrast, is a small and vulnerable nation, situated next to Country A. Due to continuous attacks from their powerful neighbor, the people of Country K had suffered greatly. Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors.

If they had my clothes, it wouldn't have taken long for them to figure out that I'm not from the valley tribe. "Where exactly is this? How did I get here? What do you do?" I asked, confused, as the man kept staring at me like he was crazy about me. The man replied, "This is the land of Drakkons." I wanted to scream "LIAR!" in his face, but that wouldn't have been good for my cover "When my men were patrolling an area where an avalanche happened, they found you. When you were found and brought to my camp, you were barely breathing and almost frozen. I, on the other hand, am the King of Drakkons."

"A king is the father of the nation he presides over. He must be impartial and his power uncontested. He lives for his subjects and his subjects live for him. A king must not be selfish. A king must always put the interest of his nation before his own-" She raised her head and watched the sky." Jupiter manipulated your little teacher from start to finish to make Lustburg what it is today. His son, Pluto didn't hesitate to use all his descendants as bargaining chips to calm the deteriorated relationship between Lustburg and the surrounding kingdom. The most recent one, your grandfather didn't hesitate to use his daughter to assure the power of the next generation." Sol's eyes widened as he as

They looked proud and above all, authority and power floated in the air. I walked beside the King, arms touching his. The King looked at me, a brief meeting of the eyes and then his eyes went to his arms and then he stopped. "King Damien." The King of Latoli, greeted with a raise of his glass. I looked around and he was the only young King amongst them all. Damien? I looked up at the King, his eyes on the men that were seated. His name was Damien? I had overhead one of the maid, saying his father had named his Victory and for that reason, he has son every war.