The King Of Dreams Novels & Stories

"We need all the teams on the field right now. Since some of your team members are already on the mission, I decided not to look elsewhere for the remaining kings" "Splendid." "You will travel to vampire kingdom tomorrow" "No. I won't"

" You mean you dreamt that I lost my life " " Exactly , Edward it was so real,Am scared what if something bad happens to you " " Nothing will happen to me , One thing you must know is that one day every one you see here will be no more , And also it's normal for a king to die at the battle field, So it's just a dream " I tightened my grip on his hand . " Promise me Edward , You are not going to leave me " " I promise I won't leave ,Not even in the next life "

I yearned for solace, a respite from the haunting memories that danced on the edges of my consciousness. I stood amidst shadows that whispered of tragedy, and the air bore the weight of an impending storm. In the dream, I wandered through the dimly lit halls, each step echoing with a melancholic resonance. The walls whispered fragments of a tragic story, painting images of a once-mighty king, now shrouded in an ethereal mist. The room, bathed in an otherworldly glow, revealed the lifeless form of King Liam lying on a bed of velvet. His regal countenance, now pale and serene, spoke of a departure that transcended the mortal realm.

Our conversation was interrupted when Rider spoke. “Who’s Darius?” He asked, his voice coming out as a growl. “The vampire king,” I croaked out. “Why were you dreaming about the vampire king?” “It’s not like I decide what I dream about, Rider,” I huffed and rolled my eyes at his stupid question. “Seriously, Soph, what did you dream about? You were acting odd, and we couldn’t wake you up. Rider had been shaking you for a while, but nothing. You were completely dead to the world. That wasn’t a normal dream,” Rory stated, also sounding concerned.

Vragenn sat down and leaned towards Aira. “Choose,” the king commanded quietly. - What? - Ira stared at him blankly. - Choose those girls who will be your personal maids and your cattle. These words sounded as if by chance, but Ira seemed to awaken from a dream. - With a cat? I won't drink blood! I will end my worthless life and take your offspring to the demon mother! The yellow eyes flashed with irritation. The collar began to heat up. Ira stared triumphantly at the ugly scars on the king's face.

Chapter 12 Queen Stella's pov "Quit it Stella, you are just being paranoid ," the king said, not paying any attention to me as he was going through his book shelf. I had that dream again and I have been restless all morning ,now I told the king about it all he has to say is I am being paranoid. "I am not my Lord ,you know me and my dreams always come true ,why can't you reason that ," I said , taking a position next to him on the sofa present in his office.

In The Kingdom of Valeria; The king of Valeria was seated on his throne with two men next to him, King Darien an arrogant and crafty man who ruled his kingdom like a prison filled with criminals. He stared at the people who were beneath him in disgust. There were six other people in the room. They were chiefs, advisors and ministers. The man in charge of the army was also there, as he had to give a report to the king. The king had an angry look on his good-looking face. He looked like he was in his late thirties. He wore a long robe that was made from the finest silk. He tapped his fingers on his throne as he boiled internally. He had rings on each of the fingers.

Ryan declares as he thrusts hard into me, causing me to moan. I can’t believe how much he has me moaning like his damn whore. I guess at this rate, I am his personal whore because I’m certainly not his girlfriend. Ryan is the zombie king of the northeast. I’m not his queen, but kings are known for having mistresses. I have to wonder if Ryan has zombie queen, and if so, what does that make me? I hate that I’m thinking about this while Ryan and I are having sex, but I can’t help it.

My mind replayed the image of golden eyes filled with devastation, a king brought to his knees by loss. I have waited so long. So impossibly long. How long? And for what? For whom? I pressed my hands against my eyes, trying to stop the tears, trying to think rationally. It was just a dream, a vivid emotionally intense dream triggered by seeing the Alpha King earlier today. My subconscious had taken the striking image of those golden eyes and woven it into an elaborate fantasy. That was all. It had to be. The alternative, that these dreams meant something real, that I had some connection to the most powerful Alpha in existence, was too absurd to consider.

“It’s not stable, Adrien. The Dream’s rebuilding itself… and it’s rewriting you with it.” “What?” She raised her hand toward him. “Look.” He followed her gaze, and froze. His skin glowed faintly under the sunlight, thin cracks of silver light pulsing just beneath the surface like veins of molten glass. “What’s happening to me?” he demanded. “You’re still the Dreamkeeper,” she said. “But the Dream doesn’t want a keeper. It wants a king.” Her words slammed into him. “No.” Lyra smiled sadly. “You can’t run from it. When the Mother fell, she left her will in you. That’s what the Dream is doing now, it’s trying to crown you.”