Artist Nightmare Novels & Stories

But the nagging voice in the back of her mind, the one that sounded suspiciously like Clara’s, wouldn’t leave her alone. Her studio had become both her sanctuary and her prison. The once comforting scent of paint and turpentine now made her stomach churn. The canvases that lined the walls were filled with twisted, dark images—visions that seemed to spring from the depths of her subconscious. Faces emerged from the shadows, contorted with pain and ecstasy, their eyes hollow and accusing. They stared back at her as if demanding to know what she had become. Elena picked up her paintbrush, her hand trembling as she approached the latest canvas. She needed to create—to make sense of the chaos ins

Now there is nothing around me. Words slip from my mouth that my existence cannot comprehend. “Dear sister, what have we done? We tampered with dreams - tore open gateways to the Dreamscape. Reality is dead. They are coming. They are coming to rewrite everything. The Omikami are coming.”

Only a speck of life was left in her body. She stared at herself in horror and in her eyes she could see her reflection. Her eyes were gray and her hair was brown. She was the Badblood girl. "H...help" she choked in pain. Tears fell down on her eyes. Rila just stared at herself in horror. She felt like her stomach was turned upside down. She looked in the distance and saw a tall man with unspeakable ugliness. His face was out of this world. He was holding an ax covered with thick crimson blood.

He looked again at the book I was carrying and let out a sigh, as if what he was about to say weighed more than he had expected. “What you saw last night…” he began, his eyes serious, “wasn’t a nightmare or a hallucination. Scarlett, the creature that almost drowned you is a gorgon. A princess of the lake, to be exact.” The words barely seemed real, and for a moment I thought it had to be some kind of joke. “A… gorgon?” I repeated, incredulous. “Like in the legends?” “Yes.” Alex nodded, his expression completely certain. “I don’t know why a lake princess attacked you, but I promise I’ll find out.”

Memories of Rush and Nightshade exterminating the wolves and, after that, every manner of supernatural species. I looked into his eyes as I dissolved the mind link but held my hands tightly to the sides of his head as my eyes flared. "Ex potestate maleficarum tui homicidii, per hoc removeo potestates tuas et te excommunicam de ostio maleficarum!"

"Then Orion must be the one in great danger now. As what have my father said, Nerissa don't kill her preys right away. She plays with their minds first, but after that, she kills them mercilessly. Also, the weaker the mind of the man, the more possibility that he will go insane even after he is rescued. I hope your friend has a strong mind so he it will be easy for us to awaken him from Nerissa's magic later on." We continued walking but moments later, we made an abrupt stop when we heard roara that echoed in the whole place. I turned nervously and my heart started to beat frantically when I saw two giant tigers with two heads and snakes as their tails. They look at us as if they are hunters

"You saw them in your vision, didn't you?" he demanded, his entire body tensing further, and Barach glanced down to see that his fingernails had begun to elongate into thick black wolf claws. She had to admit that when his brown eyes started to glow amber, he was more than regular old handsome, he was otherworldly, magically good-looking and if not for the impending danger and the fact her grandmother had just died, she might not have been able to stop herself from taking full advantage of the fact they were currently alone together.

The alarm went off playing a sweet melody of paparazzi by lady Gaga waking up the sleeping beauty on the bed. But sadly she was already awake sketching something in her art book from her dream. She had been having the same dream repeatedly each night, about a man in a green clock being stabbed in the spine by a yellowish glowing knife that seemed to suck the life out of him. No matter how she tried to save him he always ended up dying and her in the arms of a faceless stranger.

♪♪ Demons • by Imagine Dragons ✿✿✿⁠ LILAH These nightmares would never stop chasing after me. They're too vicious and glutinous to leave me alone. Every night whenever I fix my eyes close, I see demons chasing after me. They'd laugh at me because I'm so pathetic and unwieldy. I scream at them again and again that I'm not but they'd keep making fun of me. Sometimes I question myself, what I did to deserve this abhorrent life. I could've lived like other kids out there. I could've gotten very loving and careful parents who would nourish and protect us. But we got monsters.

It had been over a year since I last saw her, since I disconnected myself from them. “Hi, Isabella. I see you finally got something to do with your life.” She mocked and chuckled. “I should have known only an incompetent someone would sell fakes like this.” She yelled aloud then raised the painting above her head. It was Nimah’a painting. One of the paintings we sold tonight. I knew for sure that the painting wasn't fake because Nimah was a high school student under the alias name of Dandelions. She didn't want her family to know about her artistic side because they wouldn't accept that part of her. They wanted her to be a doctor. Her parents had burned a lot of her paintings. Our auction wa