Artist Nightmare Novels & Stories

I started looking at the other mirrors hoping something in them would give me a clue on how to escape this acid trip nightmare. Looking at the mirrors, they were all paintings with me in them. What’s with the Shit Witch and art? Is that her thing, or is she pulling that from my mind? I enjoy art, but this takes it to a fucked up level. Each painting melted away to show me some nightmare scene. Behind the mirror with me as the Mona Lisa was a torture scene of the Shit Witch cutting into Thales, harvesting his organs while he was still alive and screaming. He was screaming for me to save him.

I answered Patrick still seemed confused so I stood up and walked over to him. "May I?" I asked holding out my hands. He looked worried but placed his hands in mine. Craig stepped up to my back and put his arm around me, protectively. I looked into Patrick's eyes. {He's happy not to be the next Alpha. He hopes that Craig will keep him as a first though. He likes that position. It's powerful but not as dangerous and he needs to keep his family safe. He has two little boys at home and a newly changed wife, Virginia the one you met at the party. They were going to wait to change her and have another child but when the Nightmare came, he didn't want to risk her getting sick. He adores her and hi

Louis shouted with disgust in his eyes and sarcasm in his voice. "I'm not!" Angelica started to defend herself. When she look around, she saw everyone looking at her from head to toe like looking down on her. She clenched her fists and angrily look to Owen. "You're the reason why Leon never accepted any offers from star Agency! And yet you betrayed him by lying to him! You're ruining his future but you still have the face to stay with him?! Aren't you ashamed?!" This time, Angelica is throwing her tantrums to Owen to let everyone focus on him. But it didn't work.

"They worry about being wrong." "They worry about being unfair." "They worry about evidence." His voice softened. "Meanwhile, predators never worry about any of those things." The gallery became silent. The words lingered. Heavy. Uncomfortable. True. Jessica stared at the paintings surrounding them. At the beauty. At the stories. At the lives captured in colour and canvas. Then she thought about Laurent. About Camille. About the anonymous caller. About every woman who had disappeared from the art world. And for the first time, a new feeling began stirring beneath her fear.

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

he says with a tone of finality. I falter. I should have known that he is the devil and he already bought my soul. • The devil does not bargain. The next morning meets me in front of my canvas instead of getting dressed to go to Paris for my honeymoon. My worst decision right? But you cannot take the sudden inspiration out of an artist when there is an urge. Black and red paints stain my hands as I finish the final stroke on my new piece. Slashes of red like knife cuts stains the edge of the canvas, and then the sunlight seeping in through the window catches sight of my piece — the dark face of a man.

lets shred the whole **** book, perhaps? lets set fire to the town, perhaps? im tired of pretending to be your precious child, perfect student, "the innocent one" i want to paint obscene material in your blood (in the name of art, of course) @god do you ever feel unreal? are you even real? am i? no i have to be real, I can feel the blood dripping down my arm, the bones cracking in my spine im real. im real. im real. everything hurts!!!!! **** i cant wait to rip you all to shreds !!!!!!

She opened her eyes slowly. “The Nightmares. I managed to find that fragment of memory when faced with the dark monsters that locked the Green Forest Dragon in the Thorn Whip magic artifact. Does it have anything to do with The Nightmares?" Astrid asked, looking at Lycus Lewis. "The Nightmares?" asked Lycus Lewis to confirm. “Yes, The Nightmares. A dark creature that has claws and captivates the spirits of the orphans,” Astrid replied with an irregular breath. She was still trying to regain consciousness.

''what are you doing? '' Kate asked when she saw Liam by the window side as she woke up from sleep; ''I'm drawing; '' ''What? '' she was naked on the bed, with numerous bite marks from last night and her hair was thoroughly disheveled. Liam’s eyes fell on her body and he pulled it away slowly; ''you; ''

Surrounded by the freezing, impenetrable silence of the judges, Luciano explodes with a loud roar, "You dare insult my face—the president of the Calligraphers and Painters Association?! Then you insult every single warrior artist under my grand banner! This is outright rebellion! Do you all want your names to be blacklisted from the territories forever?!" The entire stone room holds its breath in absolute fear, but Amara sees a perfect opportunity in the middle of the chaos. With Luciano losing his mind in real time, the boy slides in like a hungry vulture sensing a weak, dying animal. His face puts on a fake expression of deep concern. "Please," Amara says sweetly, placing a steadying hand