The Palace Of Dreams Novels & Stories

Distant muffled sounds of conversation should have added to this wannabe, suspenseful atmosphere of mystery and intrigue. Inside the palace was a labyrinth of twisting corridors and halls cluttered with shimmering and flashy tapestries that hung and flailed from the walls. Some of the chambers opened for guests to see were hoarded with ancient relics, like the replica of Prometheus’s sculpture of Truth, but with no feet, replicas of snakes, blue jays and many more. They all shone in an inviting glow hinting at the trickster-like, fraudulent and deceptive nature of the ruler of this domain.

She answered. “How come you don’t have a choice?” I asked her. “Mom got me into a scholarship there since she knew it’s my long-time dream to be in Paris.” She answered. “Where’s the Jaiden spirit?” Connor asked. “Think of it this way.” Connor said. “Remember the times you told us about how you dreamed of waking up there, finding your lover there, etc.” He added. “Take it as an opportunity.” “Connor’s right.” I agreed. “Who knows when you will achieve that dream.” I said. “Always remember that we’re here for you.”

They were all curious about the woman rumored to have bewitched the Johnson heir and driven the wife away, wanting to know how spellbinding she really was. On the second floor of the manor, Tracy was dressed head to toe in haute couture, slowly descending the steps with her best friends in tow. "Oh my god, this is such a grand affair!" Gianna exclaimed. "You really gotta hand it to the Johnsons. I'm sure that just these fresh flowers alone cost a small fortune!" Tracy cocked her chin smugly when she heard that, enjoying the praise and attention she was getting. "It's nothing. See this blue sapphire brooch on my chest? There are only two such jewelry pieces in the world, and the other one bel

The 19years old strolled to her bathroom and decided to have a shower before starting her day properly, she'd call her Boyfriend and brother too, though she didn't know if her careless dad had done so. ~ Oxford, stroke noon and the 12 O'clock oxford bells chimed loudly waking the napping dogs and sleeping babies, companies going into break and the superstores filled with buyers. Joachim Mateo, clad in a brown raincoat in the Drizzling afternoon walked into a book store which was opposite a south African student club building, He pulled down his hood, stared around the store before catching a sight of The keeper stretched on the floor in a corner of the room, his head below a wooden desk and

I asked surprising myself. “What!?” I wanted to press on but I restrained myself, I really needed that name, I don’t know why I needed the name I just know I need to get it. The last time, well the only time a dreamer’s name was discovered it led to the destruction of realities… “Realities?” she asked I sighed “What I’m about to tell you must not leave the walls of this room, I warned, there are different types of plains in the world, this part of it only holds ample to zero amount of power”

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

I have never shared my dream with anyone in my life and yet here I am sharing it with her in ease. " And, that palace you see over there. I see that palace every night in my dream too. I see my myself walking inside of it. Sitting on the throne with a crown on my head. I know you won't believe me but it is true and weird at the same time. I have been having this dream for a few months now and they are taking toll over me."

It was painted in golden and black. “This is…” one of them started but couldn’t finish. Everyone looked around in quiet shock as they stared at the massive beautiful palace before then. Except Raine, she squinted her eyes, then rubbed them before widening them. It was the same palace, the one she had seen in her dreams. She stared at it carefully, “Exactly it,” she muttered under her breath. The female messenger turned to her. “What did you say?”Raine shook her head slightly.“Nothing.” The messenger stared at her for a second before looking away.

Lady Victoria's eyes snapped open, her chest heaving as she jolted upright in bed. Beads of perspiration dotted her forehead as she tried to calm her racing heart. It had been a dream—a vivid and unsettling dream that had shaken her to her core. In her dream, she found herself standing in the opulent corridors of the palace, the very heart of Alpha Caleb's kingdom. But something was amiss. Darkness hung in the air, and an eerie silence pervaded the once bustling halls. Lady Victoria's steps echoed through the deserted corridors as she cautiously explored the abandoned palace.