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The King of Dreams chapter 37
Walking up to the receptionist's desk, Rose greeted with a polite smile. "Hello, I'm here searching for my younger brother," she explained to the receptionist, her tone both concerned and hopeful. "I was wondering if you might have come across him during your time here?" Her inquiry was gentle and filled with anticipation.Rose presented the flyer to the receptionist, who quickly scanned its contents, including her name and contact details. A smile brightened the receptionist's face as she looked up. "You must be Rose Walker," she said, recognizing Rose from the information on the flyer."Indeed, I am," Rose confirmed, her expression a mixture of confirmation and puzzlement. "Why?" she inquired, clearly taken aback and seeking further clarification.The receptionist retrieved a key card from her desk. "Your reserved room is ready, here is your key card" she said, extending it to Rose."My room key?" Rose inquired, her expression one of bewilderment."Mmm-hmmm," the receptionist replie
The King of Dreams chapter 38
Swiftly traversing the Dream realm's grand library, Morpheus called out urgently, his voice echoing through the vast expanse, "Lucien!"Emerging from the shadows behind Morpheus, Lucien stepped forward. "My Lord," her voice carried urgency as she sought his attention. Morpheus turned towards her, his gaze fixing upon her with curiosity. "There is an urgent matter I need to discuss," Lucien stated, her words propelled by a sense of haste as she approached Morpheus.Interrupting gently, Morpheus interjected, "I'm here to listen," he reassured in a calm tone. "However, before we proceed, I need to acknowledge that you were correct," Morpheus conceded.Upon hearing this revelation, Lucien was taken aback by Morpheus' unexpected admission. Her gaze fixated on him, a mix of surprise and curiosity painting her expression."It was the Vortex that caused the harm to our realm, and I made a mistake by endangering our safety, hoping she could locate the lost Arcana," Morpheus admitted to Lucien.
The King of Dreams chapter 39
Wandering down the hotel corridor, Rose scanned the room numbers, searching for her destination. Her steps came to a halt as she reached the door marked 107, denoting it as the Junior Suite she was seeking. She gently rapped on the door, calling out, "Hello?" Her voice hung in the air, waiting for a response, but the room remained silent.Inserting her key card into the door, Rose cautiously pushed it open, allowing just half of her body to enter the room. "Hello?" she called out, her voice echoing in the silence.Rose's gaze swept across the room as her body straddled the threshold, poised halfway in and halfway out. Her eyes landed on a small table adorned with a plate of chicken wings and a glass of juice. A tremor of hope rippled through her. "Jed?" She called out, her voice tinged with anticipation and concern, her heart pounding in her chest.From the far end of the hall, Jed caught a faint echo of his sister's voice. "Rose?" He called out, a hint of uncertainty in his tone, nee
The King of Dreams chapter 40
"And you are the Vortex," Corinthian smiled.Rose locked eyes with Corinthian through his dark sunglasses and issued a stern warning, "If you're aware of that, then you must know that Morpheus is keeping a close watch on me.""Do you believe he's watching over you to ensure your safety?" Corinthian posed the question, his tone rhetorical. He then stated firmly, "He's observing you because the moment you close your eyes and begin to unravel the barriers between people's dreams, he intends to end you," Corinthian persuaded Rose with unwavering conviction.Corinthian's words left Rose utterly convinced, rendering her speechless."But imagine if someone shielded you, prevented him from ending you," Corinthian pressed on, his words weaving a persuasive spell around Rose. "In that scenario, you would become the heart of the Dreaming," he continued to reassure her. "Morpheus would lose his powers, and I would find my freedom," he concluded, his voice carrying a soft, reassuring smile.As Ros
The King of Dreams chapter 41
Corinthian reached his destination and took a seat among the members of the cult family gathered in the convention hall. He attentively listened to Nimrod, who stood at the front, addressing the assembly."Our guest of honor's presence here tonight serves as undeniable proof, at least in my eyes, that dreams can indeed come true," Nimrod addressed the gathering."In his lifetime, he has become a legend and an inspiration to all of us. He's among the pioneers and the finest in his field," Nimrod proclaimed, honoring their esteemed guest. He then raised his voice, addressing the assembled members of the Cult Family. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the Corinthian!" His words rang out through the microphone, marking the Corinthian's welcome to address the gathering.[Audience cheering].Corinthian walked up to take over the microphone from Nimrod by addressing the audience and assisted at his back was The Good Doctor, who also left after Corinthian was settled standing in front o
The King of Dreams chapter 42
Back in the waking world, within the convention hall, Morpheus and Corinthian stood facing each other.Morpheus examined the scar on his hand, the remnant of the earlier knife wound inflicted by Corinthian, and noticed that it was healing spontaneously.Corinthian removed his black glasses, exposing his teeth eye sockets, "If you think I'm going to the Dreaming with you …," His sentence trailed off as he glanced at Morpheus and was interrupted.Morpheus interjected firmly, "You won't be returning," he stated. "I brought you into this world to aid humanity, not to prey upon it," he clarified."Do you understand my motivation?" Corinthian inquired. "I do it to experience the sensation of hunger," he confided, revealing his longing. "And as for you, you're not concerned with humanity. Your priorities revolve solely around yourself, your domain, and your regulations," he accused Morpheus with anger in his voice.Morpheus glared at Corinthian, his anger simmering beneath a calm exterior. H
The King of Dreams chapter 43
Rose and Jed reached the hospital and found Chantel, Zelda, Barbie, Ken, and Hal waiting in the reception area."How is she?" Is she okay?"Rose inquired with genuine concern and urgency.Barbie rushed out of the chair to respond immediately she set eyes on Rose, "I am sure she is fine, but since we are not family so they are not telling us anything," she responded while she was also distracted by her boyfriend chatting with the nurse at the reception desk."So did you know she was pregnant?" Hall asked Rose"Of course she knew," Chantel replied confidently, turning to face Rose. "You were aware of it, weren't you?"Rose found herself at a loss for words, unable to explain the circumstances of Lyta's pregnancy. Instead, she skillfully diverted their attention by introducing her brother, Jed, into the conversation."Everyone, this is Jed.""Jed!" Barbie smiled as she lean forward to greet him."Hi," Chantel greeted.Hey, Jed," Hal greeted.They all expressed their joy at finally seeing
The King of Dreams chapter 44
As Rose relaxed on the bed, fatigue overcame her, and she drifted into an unintended slumber. Her mind became a theater of memories, replaying her journey from the very beginning, from where Morpheus was silently observing her. The hospital room echoed with Lyta's words, "Look for him tonight and end him." Suddenly, Rose found herself transported to the enigmatic realm of dreams.Rose found herself within Hal's dream but was determined to locate Morpheus. Her attention was soon drawn to an exit door, offering a glimmer of hope in her quest.Approaching the door, Rose attempted to open it, but it resisted her efforts, locked securely. Frustration mounting, she decided to use force, pushing against the unyielding barrier. Suddenly, as the door resisted her, the realm of dreams quivered and she found herself inexplicably transported into a different place - the dreamscapes of her friends.Rose saw Chantel who kept telling the same story in her dreams."And this is the story he told. It w
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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.
