The King Of Dreams Novels & Stories

"And Aris—or Daphne—don't wait for the next summit to show your hand. The world is much more fun when you have the right partner to explore with." I watched him walk away, the night air finally feeling clear. The thieves were in cells, the crown was back on the rightful head, and for the first time in three years, the road ahead wasn't a steep decline with broken brakes. It was wide open.

It was… No, it couldn’t be empathy; that was an emotion beyond the king. “Were you dreaming about me, Omega?” The Lycan king asked again, his voice velvety against Evren’s ears, sending a sweet note through Evren’s senses. “Yes,” Evren replied. “Yes, Your Majesty, I have.” He hadn’t stuttered, but his voice emitted Evren’s nervousness. “What dreams? What kind of dreams have you been having about your king? Tell me, Omega.” Evren swallowed, pressing his thighs together as a pool of slick rushed out of him, the rasp in the Alpha King’s voice scratchy at the heat building up within the omega’s walls.

And the color of his ebony eyes are strikingly similar to his edgy hairstyle. You're shaking, and he isn't even looking your way. You wonder if you'd melt like a witch splashed with water if he chooses to lock gazes with you right now. You hope he doesn't. You feel your arm getting tugged forward, finding yourself now standing in front of the man himself. It'd be best to probably not look up. Who knows what he might do to you if you dare look his way. For all, you know, he could hypnotize you right now to obeying his or this so called King's every command.

Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?

Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and began: " Dreams are fantasies Fantasies which will never come true, They all lie in ashes When morning comes in view! Fallen in love with a prince, I dreamt one day. He wore the white fustanella And was always happy and gay. His crown of palm leaves Glittered in the morning sun. He rode Bucaphelis, Nobody did he shun. One day we met in the garden of Kaleen. Handsome he was and impavid His smile was dimpled and his eyes cerulean He resembled love god Cupid! In his arms, I was carried to his palace, He laid me upon his rose spread bed. We talked and laughed till the sun went down. ' you will be my queen', at last, he said. Alas! It was a dream

I say carefully sitting on the couch closest to me; afraid I will make it dirty since I have dirty clothes on. Leaning back against the high back of the couch as I start to slowly warm and I find myself fighting my fluttering eyelids; besides becoming warmer, Black Jack makes me feel safe now that I am sure he won't treat me badly. I can vaguely hear him talking on his phone as my head lulls to the side and my eyes remain shut as I drift off to sleep a dreamless slumber.

Her breathing was heavy and too loud that she needed to swallow hard before letting it go. It was her dream, and it was all coming true. Finally, the king had truly fallen for her. Only her. He dipped his face towards her and kissed her senselessly. Tamara felt her lone tear escape from her eyes and continued giving him the equal passion and hunger in their shared kisses. “I only wanted to be with you now, wife – only you and no one else.” King Hades whispered, as he leaned his forehead against hers. Her eyes remained closed as she nodded her head – trying to keep up with him.

Aileen stood up, but the King pulled her back. "Sleep and don't try to do silly things," says the king. "How am I supposed to sleep if you're locking me between your arms?" "Just making sure, in case you try to slap me or worse choke me." "If I could kill a person, I would have done it already." "Sshhh~ shut your mouth and sleep. And if you dare misbehave, I will lock you in the dungeon." "D-dungeon?!" "Yes... that dark place with the remains of dead people. A place is stinking of dried drops of blood. A place–"

His hair was disheveled, like he had been running his hand in them. “You know one day Fabiano will catch you and that day will be your last day on Earth.” I warned, an unknown fear settling inside me at my own words. He only smiled and shook his head, “He won’t.” “You’re arrogant.” I pointed out. He raised his brows, “I am just telling the truth.” “He is the King.” He smirked, “A King can fall too, ocean eyes.” I tensed, looking into his eyes, searching for something. Something I had no clue about.

I only looked away when the lady had caught me staring- again. That night I returned to my bed that reeked of loneliness and self-pity. “I will be fine” I tried to assure myself. That night, I had a strange dream. I was in the woods and a cry of baby echoed through the air, making the shadows move with a strange rustling sound and soon a small dark form approached. When it finally stepped into the dim light I realized that it was the king and I was running towards him, desperate. He had a baby wrapped in his arms and he looked really scary, like he wanted to tear me apart at that moment.