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The King of Dreams Chapter 133
Matthew perched on the branch of an old oak tree, his dark eyes keenly observing the scene below. Daniel was at the playground, a rare sight, playing with another boy. The two children chased each other around, their laughter echoing through the air.At first, everything seemed normal. But then, Matthew noticed the shift. The playful energy between Daniel and the other boy turned tense. The other child had shoved Daniel, not forcefully, but just enough for something to spark in Daniel’s expression. His small hands clenched into fists, and for a brief second, the air around him seemed to hum with an unseen force.Matthew tensed. He had been watching over Daniel long enough to recognize the signs. The boy’s abilities, still raw and untamed, were starting to surface. If Daniel let his emotions spiral, things could get dangerous. The shadows around him flickered, responding to his unspoken frustration.Before Matthew could intervene, a voice broke through the tension. “Daniel,” Lyta Hall’
The King of Dreams Chapter 134
Matthew hesitated, his wings fluttering slightly as he stood in front of Morpheus. His gaze was steady, but a question lingered in his mind—one that had been brewing for some time now. The Dreaming, the Lord of Dreams, and the mysteries that surrounded both had fascinated Matthew since his arrival in this realm. It wasn’t fear that held him back from asking the question, but a deep sense of respect and perhaps a touch of uncertainty.Morpheus noticed the shift in Matthew’s demeanor, the slight tension in his posture, and his unspoken question that lingered in the air like an unspoken spell. With an unreadable expression, Morpheus tilted his head ever so slightly.“You wish to ask me something, Matthew,” he said softly, his voice like velvet and distant stars, always measured, always calm.Matthew’s feathers ruffled nervously, but he gathered his thoughts and spoke, his voice a little quieter than usual. “Lord Morpheus… I was wondering—” He paused, gathering his words carefully, as tho
The King of Dreams Chapter 135
Matthew fluttered down from the sky, his wings beating softly as he landed on the balcony outside Rose’s apartment. The city was alive beneath him, the glow of streetlights reflecting on wet pavement, but his mind was elsewhere. He had been thinking about Daniel and the strange happenings around him for days now. He needed answers, or at least something to go on. Rose, with her connection to Daniel, might know more than she let on.He knocked gently at the door, and it creaked open moments later. Rose stood in the doorway, a weary look in her eyes, but her warm smile greeted him as always. “Matthew,” she said softly. “What’s going on? You look like you’ve been running across the entire Dreaming.”Matthew tilted his head slightly, his expression serious. “I’ve been watching Daniel. I need to know what’s going on with him. He’s been acting strange, and I think something is happening to him—something he doesn’t fully understand.” His voice was hushed, though, as if he feared someone mig
The King of Dreams Chapter 136
As soon as Matthew stepped inside Lyta’s apartment, the air shifted. The tension that had hung in the space before he arrived suddenly thickened, as though the very walls were bracing themselves for something. Lyta, standing by the door with a guarded expression, stared at him for a moment before crossing her arms tightly over her chest. “What do you want, Matthew?” she asked, her voice controlled but sharp.Matthew hesitated. This was not the warm reception he had hoped for, but he had come too far to turn back now. “I need to understand what's happening with Daniel,” he said, his tone firm but calm. “There are creatures from the Dreaming appearing in the waking world, and it’s getting worse. You’ve been keeping an eye on him, haven’t you? What’s going on?”Lyta’s eyes narrowed slightly, and her jaw clenched as she took a step forward, her gaze hardening. “You have no right to ask about my son. No right to barge into my life like this, Matthew.”“I’m just trying to protect him,” Mat
The King of Dreams Chapter 137
“Lyta,” Rose said softly, her voice like a gentle hand reaching out in the dark. “You need to calm down. You’re not thinking clearly.”Lyta stopped pacing and spun to face her, eyes flashing. “Calm down?” she spat, her voice raw and trembling. “You don’t understand, Rose. You don’t know what it’s like to have someone like *him* in your life. To have Morpheus looming over everything, controlling everything. I can't—*I won't*—let him take Daniel from me. I won’t let him—”Rose stepped forward, placing a hand gently on Lyta’s arm. “I know you’re scared, Lyta. But you’re not alone in this. You’ve got Daniel. You’ve got me. You don’t have to face this on your own.”But Lyta yanked her arm back, the movement sharp and filled with agitation. “You don’t get it,” she said through clenched teeth. “Morpheus doesn't care about us. He doesn't care about Daniel. He’s the Lord of Dreams. He’s *controlling* everything. I can feel it. Daniel is his son, and I—I’m just... a mother trying to protect her
The King of Dreams Chapter 138
The living room had fallen into a soft, tired silence, the air dense with unsaid things. Outside, the sun had long dipped beneath the horizon, leaving only the quiet hum of passing cars and the occasional chirp of night birds. Inside, Rose sat close to Lyta, their knees brushing, as though the closeness might help bridge the growing tension.Lyta had always been strong, fiery, unshakable in her loyalty and maternal instincts. But now, with her arms wrapped tightly around herself and her gaze fixed on nothing in particular, she looked lost in her own home."Daniel's changing," she repeated, her voice trembling now.Rose shifted, placing a gentle hand on Lyta's arm. "You said he's creating things in his sleep? Real things?"Lyta gave a hesitant nod. "It started with small things. Toys he'd dream of would show up by his bedside. Then colors in the air, like a haze that matched his emotions. I thought maybe I was just imagining it. But then... it escalated."Rose's brows lifted. "Escalate
The King of Dreams Chapter 139
The Dreaming never slept, not truly, and neither did Lucien.She had always watched over its tomes and towers, its secrets and echoes. But tonight—or whatever passed for night in the ever-shifting realm—Lucien was drawn not to a book, but to a light.It started subtly, a gentle pulse from one of the guest quarters. At first, she thought it a trick of light, some residual dream magic flaring briefly. But when the pulse grew stronger, steady as a heartbeat, she followed it.Past the library’s main doors, through a hall of floating shelves, and into the guest wing. There, behind a curtain of gossamer silk, she saw it: Constantine, sleeping, the Rune etched across her skin shimmering like a sun submerged under water.Lucien stood still. Her breath caught in her throat.The Rune had always held mystery, but this—this was something beyond mere magical inheritance. It pulsed in tandem with Constantine’s breathing, and from her chest, threads of starlight spread through her veins. Not chaotic
The King of Dreams Chapter 140
In the vast and ever-shifting realm of the Dreaming, Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams, sat upon his throne of obsidian. The ambient glow of the realm cast elongated shadows across the chamber, reflecting the weight of the missive he had just received. The parchment in his hand bore the unmistakable script of his long-estranged brother, Destruction, whose self-imposed exile had spanned centuries.Breaking the seal, Morpheus's eyes scanned the contents, his expression remaining inscrutable. The letter spoke of Destruction's unforeseen capture by a formidable demon named Azazel, a being of considerable menace within the infernal realms. Destruction's words were uncharacteristically terse, hinting at the gravity of his predicament and the urgency of his plea.Morpheus's grip on the parchment tightened as he rose from his throne, his dark robes cascading around him like the night itself. He began to pace the length of the chamber, each step echoing the tumult of emotions within. The Endless we
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Chapter 169
Ten years later the Dreaming shimmered beneath an amber sky, its rivers flowing with starlight, its towers carved from forgotten songs and ancient memories. In the heart of the realm, on the edge of a balcony made of glass and moonstone, Constantine stood, her coat fluttering softly in the breeze that didn’t belong to any weather system but to the breath of dreams.She felt the hum of the Rune at her side, though now it no longer throbbed with warning or shadow. It was quiet—obedient, almost serene. She had long since mastered it, fused it with her essence, and become something more than human… yet not quite Endless.Footsteps approached from behind, deliberate and elegant.“I thought you hated balconies,” Morpheus said, his voice as calm and infinite as ever.Constantine gave a small smirk. “I did. Until they stopped meaning danger.”Morpheus moved beside her, his presence familiar now—not just a god of dreams, not just a ruler of an infinite realm, but her companion. Her equal.“Thi
Chapter 168
Daniel stood beneath a silver-blooming tree, its petals drifting lazily through the air like soft flakes of moonlight. Matthew the raven had flown ahead to scout the next curve of the path, but Daniel lingered in the soft hush of the moment. Behind him, the Dreaming shimmered in ways that couldn’t be described—only felt.He turned as Morpheus approached silently, his long shadow trailing behind him like a veil of stars.“Do you regret it?” Daniel asked.Morpheus tilted his head, his dark eyes studying the young man closely. “Regret… is a waking world emotion. But I know the weight of choice.”Daniel hesitated, his fingers brushing the smooth bark of the tree. “If I say yes… to the Dreaming. If I choose to be its next ruler—what happens to my life in the waking world? What happens to my mom?”“You are not bound by time or place as others are,” Morpheus said softly. “You are made of both realms. A bridge between them.”“But bridges are meant to connect, not live,” Daniel replied. “Can I
Chapter 167
The kitchen smelled faintly of rosemary and coffee, though neither had been brewed that morning. Lyta sat at the table, her hands folded tightly in front of her, her eyes fixed on the old clock above the stove. The second hand ticked like a distant heartbeat. She hadn’t moved in some time.From where she sat, she could see the garden through the window—the cherry tree where Morpheus had stood. He was gone now, or perhaps merely unseen again. The air felt ordinary, but Lyta knew better than to believe in appearances.The back door creaked open.Lyta didn’t turn. “Did you speak to him?”“Yes,” came Daniel’s voice—quiet, full of thought.Now she turned, eyes wide with the weight of anticipation. Her son stood just inside the doorway, his shoulders hunched slightly, as though he’d been walking through centuries. His face was pale but calm. He looked older than he had just an hour ago.“You remember him,” Lyta said.Daniel gave a small nod. “I do. Not everything. But enough.”Lyta stood sl
Chapter 166
The sun filtered softly through the curtains of Lyta Hall’s modest home, golden light falling across the floor like blessings. The house was quiet. A stillness had settled over it since the early morning, when Daniel had gone for one of his long walks. He was taller now, with eyes too thoughtful for someone his age and a silence that often made Lyta ache.She sat at the kitchen table, fingers wrapped around a cup of tea long gone cold. Her eyes stared through the steam, through the walls, into memory. The years had been kind in some ways, harsh in others. Daniel had grown, as boys do, but there was always something in him—something that shimmered beneath the surface, something not quite of this world.And Lyta had known. She’d always known this day would come.The air in the room shifted, stilled even more. The shadows along the edges of the room stretched, deepened. The light dimmed—not harshly, but like dusk arriving early.He stood behind her before she heard his footsteps.“Morphe
Chapter 165
The sky above Hell was not a sky at all, but a vast, churning storm of ash and fire. Mountains of bone reached toward it, and rivers of molten hatred carved paths across a land that screamed in silence. Nothing here grew. Nothing here lived. Yet it pulsed with eternal motion—restless, ancient.Morpheus stepped through the obsidian gate alone, though Matthew flew above him, circling in tight arcs. The raven’s feathers twitched with unease.“I hate this place,” Matthew muttered. “Seriously. Every time we come here, I swear the heat gets worse. And those things with teeth for eyes were *staring* at me.”Morpheus said nothing.He walked toward the obsidian steps of Lucifer’s citadel, where reality bent and recoiled in the presence of pride made flesh. The doors opened without a sound, their carvings writhing with scenes of ambition and fall, endless betrayal, and cold beauty.Lucifer Morningstar stood at the top of the stairs, waiting, arms folded across a regal black coat that shimmered
Chapter 164
The chains cracked like thunder splitting across a void.Flames peeled back. The Realms of Fire shuddered as Destruction stirred. His eyes opened fully—vast pools of molten gold that held the weight of ages. Power rippled from him, not chaotic, but vast. A silent storm.Azazel screamed.“No!” the demon howled, fire bursting from his twisted form like a crown of rage. “You don’t understand! If he’s freed, he will burn all! Destruction *is* the end!”“You fear him,” Morpheus said, stepping forward, shadows clinging to his cloak like mist. “Because he is more than you ever were.”Destruction's voice rolled out, slow and steady, shaking the very ground beneath them.“I never asked to be your weapon.”The gold-and-flame bindings trembled, then shattered.In that instant, Destruction rose.He stood tall—taller than any of them remembered, broad-shouldered and ageless. His red hair swept back like flickering embers in a breeze, his skin luminous with the heat of stars. He stretched one arm,
Chapter 163
The Realms of Fire were alive, not with breath but with hunger. Every stone whispered, every gust of ash howled with the echoes of consumed worlds. As the Endless and their companions moved deeper, the flames recoiled—not from fear, but recognition. They knew who had come.And then, the fire opened like an eye.He emerged.Azazel.He took no single form. A writhing mass of flame and teeth, wings that folded and unfolded from every direction, and a voice that scraped like metal over bone. His many eyes blinked from within his own inferno, each one a different shade of malice.“Well, well,” Azazel hissed, his voice echoing in the very air. “I expected one of you. *Not all.*”Morpheus stepped forward. He did not raise his voice, but his presence swelled like a rising tide. “We are here for Destruction.”Azazel’s laughter burned. “You’re too late, Dream. He *is* destruction now. All I did was remind him what he was meant to be.”Constantine stepped beside Morpheus, the Rune aglow on her h
Chapter 162
The Dreaming was quiet in its breath, the way a cathedral holds silence after a prayer. Morpheus stood at the highest terrace of his palace, shadows draped across his shoulders like a second cloak. The stars wheeled in slow silence overhead.He did not summon Lucien and Constantine with sound—he did not need to. They were both already moving toward him, drawn by the same disturbance humming through the realm.Lucien appeared first, her book pressed to her chest, brows furrowed. She never arrived in haste, but tonight, she was nearly breathless.“M’lord,” she said. “The ripple—was it Daniel?”“Yes,” Morpheus answered.Constantine stepped from a veil of dream-smoke moments later, still barefoot from her meditation chamber, the Rune pulsing faintly against her wrist like a resting heartbeat. Her eyes were alert, wary.“Did something happen?” she asked.Morpheus turned to face them both, the weight of what he had to say already shaping the atmosphere. Even the sky above them seemed to lea
Chapter 161
Daniel tossed in his sleep, the blankets tangled like vines around his legs, sweat shining on his forehead. Lyta had just checked on him not long ago—tucked him in, brushed hair from his brow, kissed him gently. The child was still recovering from his strange disappearance, still unconscious for hours at a time. But what she didn’t know—what no one could truly understand—was that Daniel hadn’t fully come back alone.Something had awakened in him.Something ancient.The air around his sleeping body rippled gently, unseen by waking eyes. Dreams hummed under his skin. The Dreaming stirred around him like leaves brushing his thoughts. But now it wasn’t the Dreaming that called to him.It was pain.And not his own.He felt it like a thread burning from the stars, winding into his chest and pulling—gently at first, then with increasing urgency. He didn’t understand the source, but it throbbed with a weight that felt… *familiar*. Not in face or form, but in resonance.Another Endless.A kin.
