All Chapters of Through The Dreamscape: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The sun was going down over the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and red. Beneath it, a figure ran in a blur past streets and hidden alleyways, carefully avoiding people. Lucien. His feet barely touched the ground as he moved with inhuman speed, sticking to the shadows and empty paths. His mind was set on one thing only - Scarlett. He had to get to her. After Electra had told him about Jacob and some vampires moving to the human world while he was stuck in the council, his mind had been uneasy. He couldn't focus on anything else. "Damn it all," he muttered under his breath, leaping over a fence without breaking stride. "If anything happens to her..." He swore deep down that if anything happened to her, he would kill Ezra himself. He had had enough of his elder brother's torment and games. Enough of the manipulation, enough of the politics. Enough of everything. As he ran, a memory flashed through his mind. It was him and his brother, both serving Lady Selena, Queen o

Liam crawled to his feet, his head pounding like a jackhammer. The world spun around him as he stared up at the night sky, confusion washing over him. "What... what the hell happened?" he mumbled, touching his neck where two small puncture wounds stung. His fingers came away with traces of blood. His heard hurt as he start at the sky where his room roof should've been. "Why the hell am I on the ground in a...street?" That's when he heard the sobbing. Turning his head—which made everything spin worse—he saw Lucien holding Scarlett, who was crying into his chest. "I'm so sorry," she kept repeating through her tears. "I couldn't stop it. I couldn't control it." "Shh, it's okay," Lucien whispered, stroking her hair. "It wasn't you. It wasn't your fault." Everything came rushing back to Liam like a freight train. Those guys following Scarlett. Him trying to be the hero. Their eyes glowing red in the darkness. Scarlett whispering that terrifying word: "Vampires." One of them looking

Jacob straightened as he scoffed at how easy it had been. He had been scared for nothing. But then something strange happened. The blood on the wall began to shimmer, like water disturbed by ripples. Lucien's body around Jacob's arm grew less substantial, fading like morning mist under the sun. Jacob's eyes widened in horror as the Lucien he thought he'd killed dissolved into nothing—a dream, an illusion, a phantom. "No," he whispered, spinning around frantically. "NO!" "Yes," came Lucien's voice from behind him. Before Jacob could react, a hand like iron clamped around his throat, lifting him off his feet and slamming him against the brick wall. Mortar cracked and dust rained down from the impact. Lucien's gray eyes were now glowing with an inner light, his face a mask of cold fury. "You should have never attempted to hurt her," he said, his voice deadly quiet. Jacob clawed at the hand around his throat, his feet kicking uselessly a foot above the ground. "Please," he gasp

The bell rang, and Mark and David excused themselves, hurrying off to their first class. As soon as they were out of earshot, Lucien draped an arm over Scarlett's shoulders. "I'm jealous, you know. I go away for a week and you've made all these new friends. I thought you'd be pining for me the whole time." Scarlett scoffed, shrugging off his arm. "You're my friend, not my boyfriend. I'm free to—" "Boyfriend?" Lucien interrupted with an exaggerated gasp. "I thought we were dating! Did our kiss in the dream world mean nothing to you?" Several passing students gasped, turning to stare at Scarlett with scandalized expressions. "You did not just say that out loud," Scarlett groaned, her face hot with embarrassment. "I hate you." "No, you don't," Lucien replied confidently as they entered the classroom. The class fell silent as they walked in, all eyes following them to their seats at the back. Scarlett noticed Claire clenching her fists, her face flushed with anger as her frie

Physically, yes. Night after night, he would return home, drunk and angry, demanding to know why I couldn't be like my brother. Why I was wasting my life with 'childish scribbles' instead of fighting for our country." Lucien's eyes darkened with the memory. "One night, the beating was particularly bad. I couldn't even stand afterward. My mother—bless her sweet soul—couldn't take it anymore. She tried to stop him." Lucien's voice grew quieter. "In those days, women deferred to men, especially a man like my father. He turned on her, his rage finding a new target. My brother had just arrived home and tried to intervene. It was chaos. I think... perhaps it was the fact that his treasured son had raised hands against him, or maybe he had sobered up enough to realize what he was doing. I don't know. But there was a murderous look in his eyes when he pulled out his hunting knife." Lucien paused, his voice thick with emotion. "It all happened so fast. Suddenly, my mother was on the ground,