Morpheus Stories

When Vivian wakes up in Hell, she learns she's the daughter of Lucifer... and the promised bride of the King of Dreams. But love and power are never simple among the Endless, gods, and nightmares. A tale of courage, magic, and desire - where one choice could reshape the fate of the Dreaming itself.

After The Death Of Neo And Trinity, There Daughter(You) Is Born Inside The Matrix. The Oracle Made A New Profecy, And A New Journey Will Begin. (F/N) Means First Name.

𝓕𝓪𝓮; 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦. This story is from the Netflix show The Sandman.

This story takes place in the waking world, or as mortals insist on calling it... the real world, as if the other realms hold no importance in their daily lives, in their choices, in their dreams. To mortals and humans in particular the realms other than theirs are of no concern to them, their passage through the landscape of Grey Realm do not affect them, don't define them. As if what happens to them, in them does not matter. Black Winged Death was trapped in this version of All Seeing Destiny's book. Her wings are bound and the road to the Sunless Lands is concealed from her eyes, her Ankh stolen. She was alone and cold, even if time itself wouldn't bring her to madness, the silence and solitude hurt. Or A rewrite of the first season if Death was successfully summoned and imprisoned.

Best Rank #15 in Science Fiction Dust Thou Art And To Dust Thou Return'st Was Not Spoken Of THE SOUL Sarah brought her navy blue duffel coat closer to her body, it was colder today, more than it should have been. With the climate these days, this was not odd, but for some reason, it felt odd. She embarked upon her usual brisk walk and waited for the sounds to reach her, the sound of the surveillance drones, or the fellow walkers or the government farmers, working to fix the soil. She noticed the usual rusted old clunker that marked half point to her college, but no sound touched her ear. Not a sound could be heard either close at hand or in the far off distance. Even her own breath seemed to die as soon as it left her mouth. It was an eerie sort of tranquility, so instead of being soothed her senses became heightened. She did what any sane person would do when they are afraid, she looked for a word to describe this. 'Waldeinsamkeit,' she thought, 'fits perfectly.... No... There has to be a better one' Lost in her thoughts, it was too late when she noticed a faceless man walk up to her, hand her a note, and walk away, too fast for her to comprehend. She stopped, looked back, there was a tall guy, too tall, like 8 feet, walking away from her. "There is a guardian angel taking care of you", her mothers' words echoed. She turned around, steeled herself and read the note, it said, "The End"

"Morpheus was known as the god of dreams. He shaped and formed the dreams, through which he could appear to mortals in any form. This talent made Morpheus a messenger of the gods, able to communicate divine messages to sleeping mortals." A model with sleep deprivation suddenly dreams of a guy... But who is this guy? Should she meet the guy? Will it help her in solving what is happening to her? ♦ Lee Felix of Stray Kids Fan Fiction ♦ Started: 08/23/19 Ended:

I never asked for this life. I wouldn't recommend it either. Being able to control fire can be fun, but only if you can control it, which I can't. At least not yet. But anyways my mother is Hestia. Yes I mean Hestia as in the goddess who controls the hearth on Mount Olympus. Rick Riordan's stuff: the whole camp half-blood, leo-son of hephaestus, rachel elizabeth dare,

He is the God of Dreams. She is his mortal dawn. In the quiet hours of slumber, she finds him. A god woven from shadows and starlight, whose touch feels like eternity whispering against her skin. Cera never imagined her dreams would become a doorway, nor that her heart would tether itself to Morpheus, the enigmatic ruler of the Dreaming. But love born of night and memory comes with a cost, a bond both fragile and eternal. Together they will walk the delicate line between dawn and dusk, between longing and surrender. Bound not just by fate, but by dreams themselves. A mortal heart. A god of dreams. Entwined forever in midnight streams.

The gods are liars. The prophecies are wrong. And the world is about to burn. It all started with a trick. Loki, the unwanted prince, just wanted to cause a little chaos. He never meant to unleash a war between pantheons. He never meant to give the Queen of Olympus, Hera, the perfect weapon: a secret. That secret is a child. Agorath. Born from a forbidden union between Zeus and a powerful Norse witch, his very existence threatens to unravel the threads of fate. Now, Odin wants him dead. Zeus wants to claim him. And Hera? She's plotting her revenge on the mother(Angrboða) and the son(Agorath). As Asgard burns and ancient alliances shatter, a new power must rise. But is Agorath the saviour of the Nine Realms... or the cause of their doom? A mythic epic weaving Norse and Greek pantheons into a saga of ambition, vengeance, and prophecy. I poured my passion into crafting this tale, and I truly hope you enjoy the journey as much as I enjoyed writing it. If it sparks your imagination or leaves you wanting more, please consider leaving a review or comment, it means the world and helps keep the MythVerse alive. ©️ 2025 Anthony Peter. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without prior written permission from the author.

*Y/N fell asleep just like many other nights before, expecting to have fun with characters of her choice in a world of her choice, what she didn't expect to see was a naked man with dark hair sitting in the middle of absolute nothingness* Y/N is a...particular girl, many would say she's weird...but who could blame them? A wannabe witch who suffers from maladaptive daydreaming and is also a socially awkward nerd. *VERY UNFREQUENT UPDATES*

"he was the king of dreams, the sandman, but in the eyes of the old gods, he was the consort of darkness herself" [dream/morpheus fanfic]

Placement:After Kwaku Anansi S10 & Running parallel to "ARGUS Occult Flies s1" Synopsis: In the wake of Zero Hour, Mosi Carter / Kwaku Anansi lies under an enchanted slumber, leaving New Haven-and the multiverse itself-in precarious balance. As mortal heroes, emerging champions, and the mystical Loom Walkers manage the threads of reality, Mosi's influence quietly shapes events from the Dreaming. This season explores legacy without presence, power redistributed, and the weight of stories themselves. From the Dreaming's shifting landscapes to New Haven's mortal streets, heroes like Nancy, Rory/Ragman, and Naomi must navigate nightmares, moral choices, and cosmic intrigue. Alongside them, figures like Morpheus, Nightmare Anansi, Insomnia, Lucifer, and Dr. Destiny test the limits of mortal and divine responsibility. Each episode examines what it means to steward reality without controlling it, highlighting that even gods must exercise restraint. By the season finale, Mosi's slumber deepens, the Dreaming is stabilized yet altered, and the groundwork is laid for future cosmic and mortal conflicts.

A cool liquid soaked into his clothes, prickling at his skin, pooling from a lifeless body. He clenched his fists as he reached out, unsure of what else to do. it was too late. He choked back tears as he climbed on to his feet, the chaos before him weighing on his shoulders. Everything could have been avoided. He had to go back, he had to try again and there was only one way to do that.

--- Alexa Cyrus was your average angel, well except for the part where she's best friends with death-- She was also rather emotionless at times- What happens when one day when she comes down too the waking world she gets summoned, along with the dream of endless, Morpheus. How would she deal with this? ---

What happens when the Greek god of dreams grows tired of his job? Easy. He trains his replacement so he can finally quit. But on a routine dream inspection, Morpheus runs into Gwen-Stacey Reynolds, a regular mortal whose dreams are anything but, and like her dreams, Gwen-Stacey is funny, outrageous, and has the uncanny ability to see right through him. Morpheus will spend his final days with Gwen-Stacey and in her dreams, he'll discover what he's been missing all this time. Dreams may not be reality, but this jaded dream god is about to find out that true love can find you anywhere...even in your dreams. **Copyrighted Material: God of My Dreams (Formerly titled: I Only Date Superheroes) Copyright © Wendy Nelson 2012 All Rights Reserved. No part of this literary work may be reproduced or used without written consent from the author. ***All images, videos, photos, superhero and movie characters belong to their respective owners. No copyright infringement or violation is intended by their use.

This story is about two people who are extremely similar to each other but are also as far apart as they can be. one is like a bird locked in a cage and the other is like the cat outside the cage waiting to pounce. they're trying to work through their issues but she comes to realization that she's the one who's putting in the work. and she's tired of it and when he goes missing she decides I'm done and leaves. Same time as she's you know left the dreaming he's also thinking that all the things that he's done wrong and he's realizing she wasn't the problem he was he was so emotionally unattached that he didn't realize that he was the one that ruined their relationship. and once he's freed he's going to try and fix that relationship but she's not going to have it she's going to tell him to leave her alone who she wants nothing to do with them she may love him but he betrayed her Also I do not own Sandman I only own the original characters and some of the plot the Sandman belongs to the right people who people who made it like Neil Gaiman and Netflix and whatever

Have you heard of a Dreamer? A descendant of Morpheus the god of sleep and dreams… That is exactly what Jericho Tatari is, a Dreamer with a split personality divided between himself and his nameless Warrior. Jericho belongs to his supernatural race that protects humans from their natural enemies who seek to destroy the human race through dreams. As a protector Jericho finds his life tangled in a web, from across the world and away from his home where he finds his Ëndrra Mate in Australia where she lives with her family unknown to his race and the dangers that come with it. What happens when he finds out Abigail is more than just the regular girl from Australia.

The man's once neutral-ridden face turned into a very subtle frown, his bushy eyebrows casting a dark shadow over his stern eyes- which were now locked on you. "You there, dreamer. How did you manage to make your way into my castle?" His voice was deep and grounding, and maybe even appeared sultry in your own ears. It made your heart stop and your breath to become caught in your throat. This mysterious person, with his haunting eyes and pretty face and lovely voice. It almost brought you to your knees, right then and there.

Here is some short stories based on and inspired by The Sandman series and comics. Feel free to make requests. Note: These stories are works of fiction and do not adhere strictly to the canon of Neil Gaiman's "The Sandman" series. The interpretation and direction of the characters are solely for the purpose of this narrative. I own no rights to the original characters the plot line.

This tale is not about an evil serpent and a brave knight. This story is about the Vikings, ships, serpents, and justice.