روايات وقصص ضمن American Nightmare Supernatural

The day that you've thought about often, but never quite like this . I'd imagined a heart attack. A stroke. Choking on my own vomit. With a random stranger's hands wrapped tightly around my throat as my coke-addled veins screamed not for life, but for just one more hit, just a bump of powder, just a little one, anything, please fuck, I'll do anything, please. I never imagined I'd be standing in the living room of an apartment that existed in an underworld dimension, created by a demon, who was about to hand me over to another demon to honour a centuries-old debt. I mean, because what the actual fuck , right?

The dark room disappeared, replaced by a terrifying, wide-angle vision of the entire continent, the vast green forests of the werewolf territories stretching out beneath a blood-red sky. "Anna, what's wrong?" Ronald's voice echoed from a distance, his hand gripping my waist in the real world, but his touch felt like a ghost, unable to pull me out of the nightmare flashing behind my eyes. In the vision, a massive, towering wave of pure black ash and corrupted spirit energy was sweeping across the land, moving with a relentless, terrifying speed that swallowed everything in its path. I saw the golden banners of the Bloodstone pack burning in the dirt, their proud warriors reduced to skeletal r

Adrian pulled me into his chest, one hand stroking my hair, the other rubbing slow circles on my back. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, voice rough with sleep but steady. “You’re safe. It’s over. I’m here, love. Breathe with me. I’ve got you forever.” Sweat was rolling down my cheek as I thought about the nightmare. Was it because of the new supernatural world that my mind conjured them as wolves and vampires? Way to go, Kira. My whole body throbbed…like they actually did all those monstrous things to me.

His eyes turned completely black, no white or iris visible, just endless darkness that seemed to pull light into itself. He snarled at me, the sound inhuman and terrifying. "Don't come any closer." The red mist thickened, filling my lungs with the scent of copper and decay. Something about it was wrong, unnatural, like magic that had been twisted into something it was never meant to be. My vision blurred at the edges, and suddenly I couldn't stay upright anymore. I collapsed. In that darkness between consciousness and void, everything came flooding back. Marcus laughing as he kissed my forehead. The pendant burning into my throat. Damon's guilty face as he stood there and watched. The massiv

She stopped in her tracks and turned towards him. “Is it real?” “What?” “The vampire pact.” “It's very real. Once made by a vampire, it cannot be broken.” “What happens if it gets broken?” Hadassah asked with curiosity. Aamon fell silent for a while, before saying, “Terrible things. One of them is death.” Hadassah's eyes widened in amazement. “Woah.” She continued walking towards her car. “Where is she?” She asked. “Asleep. At home.” “Thank you.” She added gratefully. “I don't know what I would have done without you.”

“I saw all of the dead girls. They were impaled on dead trees, and there was a this…this thing with red eyes standing guard around them.” Azazel frowns and gestures to a nearby chair. “Tell us everything and start from the beginning.” Without another word, I maneuver her wavering form toward the empty chair. Amara gives me a grateful smile and slumps down. We wait with bated breath as she sits there and begins her story. “When I touched the book, it looked like the words were flowing to me. Then, there was this glow…” She stops and looks at the book again as if waiting for it to do it again. “When I woke up, I was in another place. The world…the world was covered in cinder like someone burne

He saw one of his classmates and was only able to tell them he thought he was going into shock. Amber saw Mara turn both the parents with her vampiric blood and slaved them into being part of the clan. Then the vision stopped, and Amber fell to her knees. Never had she had a vision so detailed or so real. She had to call her dad and mom again. This could not be just a change in her power. This had to be something else. She felt Henry’s pain and shock. She felt his distress and helpless guilt. She knew something had changed, but this was something more.

And so did her transformational ability. Her thoughts flashed speedily to the moment she found herself in the midst of a very angry mob that only wanted one thing— her life. She had crossed the territory of the death valley pack. As the name implies, the pack was one of if not the most popular pack. No. Not popular but notorious. Through the ages, they had been referred to as many things. Wicked souls, evil incarnates, beasts of the wild, monsters . Whichever the case may be, they could fit in perfectly to it. Right now, the pack is called " Death Valley" . The worst nightmare of any person was to find him or herself trespassing the borders of the death valley back. Numerous alphas , omegas

he asks me, furrowing my eyebrows and taking another step towards me. Then, at that moment, a scream escapes from the depths of my throat as I cower and, millisecond after the fact, a grouping of images begins to streak before my eyes. I see the fear specialists killing Belasko, the main product that Angel and Sasha watched in the copyist's night, and a group of crows advancing from inside his chest; Sassa in her room, totally terrified and trying to close her ceiling window before a hand yanks the seat she's on; I see fear specialists appearing in Dark Potland and passing by the Angels' vehicle while they're stuck in trouble; each of the young people who grabbed and transformed in their exa