5 Nights Of Terror Novels & Stories

Good luck] *** Nya wakes up lying on cushioned bench, she’s naked, apart from the torn bikini bottom that she’s wearing. She still feels tired and a little weak, but her body looks perfectly fine. The phantom crest swims up her arm to remind her it’s still there. “Oh, you’re awake?” a voice speaks. She bolts to look at the source and sees Terror, sitting on a jump seat opposite her staring at her intently. “What happened?” she asked “You threw up blood, and passed out, then that blood turned into the lycan you were fighting.” He explains, “It was really weird, but I owed you, so I got you out of there.”

No, this couldn't be what I think it is. “Who.. are you?” I asked. “Randall of the Night Terrors, Your Highness,” a smirk played on his lips. “Impressive enough?” My shoulders sagged in horror. The Night Terrors were an infamous terrorist pack consisting of thieves, robbers, and all forms of criminals one could imagine. They were made of Lycans who were three times more powerful and deadlier than regular wolves. And before was the legendary king of thieves, Alpha Randall Forte.

wondering if she should continue. Curiosity won, and she proceeded, her footsteps quiet on the cold marble.Claudine wandered the mansion's empty halls, her footsteps echoing off the walls. Sleep eluded her, and the silence felt oppressive.As alpha, Denzel's grief over Nira's passing weighed heavily on the pack. Claudine, being his mate, felt the depth of his sorrow.She passed by Denzel's bedroom, noticing faint sounds within. Concern furrowed her brow.Claudine knocked softly on Denzel's door, but no answer. She knocked again, her concern growing with each passing moment. When still no response came, worry etched on her face, Claudine's hand grasped the door handle, hesitating. Denzel's room

I barely make it to my bathroom before I throw up, the feeling of distress too overwhelming to manage. Cal is immediately at my side. He check my room and around it multiple times before he deems it safe. I only fall asleep when he agrees to keep his door open. *** “You slept late last night. Night terrors are common,” Cal explains at breakfast. I had just spent the past hour singing to the Goddess, which only caused my voice to crack shoulders to slump. I'm beyond exhausted, and not just my lack of sleep. I've been too afraid to go down and visit T, to question him about what I keep seeing. My Guards assure me he's still there, which means at least that he's not escaping.

The despicable memory of the terror I witnessed in ‘The Tent of Wonders' remained etched to my brain for nearly three weeks, making me lose my appetite as well as sleep. Mum and dad along with my brothers started becoming worried about me, as I hardly ate anything much during dinner and remained awake at night like a zombie, staring outside the window. I couldn't manage to remove that repugnantly pathetic image of Madam Maxima lying in her chair, electrocuted. And whenever I closed my eyes her deathly face along with the figure of that evil creature hovered in front of my eyes.

Wilbur heaved a sigh of relief at the words, but Nightless Elder proceeded to say something that shocked him to his core. "You're the Night Demon, Wilbur." "What? I'm the Night Demon?" Wilbur pointed at himself with a shaking finger, unable to believe that he was the Night Demon. Nightless Elder said, "Yes, you heard that right. Did you forget what I said, Wilbur? The Night Demons appear every time darkness falls. The skies are now filled with dark clouds, covering the sun completely. That's a sign of the Night Demon's coming. You, Wilbur Penn, are the fifth Night Demon."

Lexi It has been two weeks since the nightmares started and now they come every night. Tonight is no different. It starts off pleasant. Memories of my grandma and my parents. Days having fun on the beach collecting shells and swimming. My fifth birthday party with everyone I love around and alive. It flows through my mind like an old home movie. I’m at peace and happy. The peace doesn't last long. The memories fade to pitch black. Glowing neon yellow and red eyes and razor sharp fangs with no face appear.

They all said in unison as they shook visibly looking nervous. "Anything you guys see is not of my business, get the hell outta here before I descend on you two?". He yelled out again as his eyes blackened and his fangs glistened. They quickly dashed out afraid that's tiger might skin them alive if they do not leave him be, perhaps he hasn't known what has happened if not, he wouldn't have flared up like that. The nightcrawlers men were in panic as they stood for over 40 minutes staring at the dead body of one of their men, now they were living in shock for the past few days things has been happening which they could not understand.

Love and fear coexisted, stronger than death’s decree, a fight that must continue, whether by choice or fate. Meanwhile… Lila jolted awake, her scream shattering the night’s stillness. Sweat-drenched sheets twisted around her legs as she kicked them free, gasping for air in the pitch-black room, save for the faint crimson glow seeping from the nightstand drawer. Repairs had been made to keep it shut—a defense against the nightmares it held. The visions felt too real, as past and future collided into a single nightmarish timeline that unraveled her reality.

~ GAVIN ~ His voice dropped several notches. “Really?” I nodded solemnly. “I did a lot of things in the club, Eddy. Some were… brutal. Gore. I think it’s the gore that triggers the night terrors. My mind fixates on those things whenever I speak with a patch member — or even step onto the club grounds. Sometimes all it takes is hearing the name Devil’s Machete and I would get a terror that night and many nights after.”