Artist Nightmare Novels & Stories

Closing his consciousness again, Levi leaned against the door, standing like a statue. Late at night, Arista dreamed. In her dream, she kept crying out, “You big devil, you big devil.” She saw many people, dreamed of many things, the Tunderman Tower, the world of gods, Mandy, Bandsasta Mountain, the capital of Gusomds Sprezzatura, and even the area Daje... She dreamed she was struggling endlessly, crying and begging “You big devil” not to let her disappear like medicine, but in the end, she still vanished into the darkness...

The herbs and the undefined milk contained some contaminants that compromises someones ability to process information correctly . I kept on having nightmares and everytime i could wake up hurriedly I would be taken back to sleep by a slap on the back.Imani's vision and thought had been compromised to see the Black Mamba as Katonde.The Black Mamba's mission had succeded.

The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon. Alpha Isaac. “Did you really think I was going to just let you leave like that? All these years I’ve kept you safe and well looked after. This is how you think it’s ok to repay me?” He was furious to say the least. I tried my best to hold back the tears but I was afraid, my body trembled as he stepped towards me. Standing only a few metres from my side. “You disgust me.” He spat in my face and forced me to my knees. The pain making me cry out loudly, causing him to then slap me around the face.

A terrible thought suddenly struck me. What if Shantel's condition was not natural? What if Samantha had somehow caused it? The more I thought about it, the less the situation made sense. She had confessed to orchestrating the accident and had admitted to arranging the kidnapping, and openly declared that she wanted Dominic to take another mate. Then what if Shantel's illness was another piece of the same plan? I frowned deeply. Could the healer have been deceived or manipulated through dark magic? Or perhaps he was secretly working for her?

Daniela's POV A black card with my name on it. That was what I had been playing with for the past five minutes, with a huge smile on my face. Funny, because no one should be happy their worst enemy had done something nice. A gift alone should be an alert to tread carefully. And yeah, I should also be worried about other things; like how this man always had access to my room and was clearly in here when I was asleep, or probably even lamenting over the very graphic and gory nightmare I had just a few hours ago about Alexander drowning me in his pool.

A moment ofpeace that he had shattered with his own two hands. Now Layla was sprawled on his bed, half undressed, her clothes discarded on the "oor like unwanted baggage. A discarded ticket stub from a life hewas trying to leave behind. Her hair was tangled around her face, a dark halo framing her fea-tures. Lipstick was smeared across his pillowcase like a permanent stain, a mark he knew he would never be able to scrub away. She wasn't asleep, only blinking slowly, her eyes glazedover with a mixture of boredom and triumph, like a predator who had !nally cornered its

She walked to the oval mirror in the corridor and traced her fingers on the purplish-green bruises on her neck. Brianna dug her nails deep into the bruise, refreshing the wound. Dark blood dripped down her neck, and patches by patches dropped on the white marble floor forming a small pool of blood. "You want this, Satan. I only had a good face, and now you have destroyed it. Marriage? It was a beautiful dream, which now has turned into a nightmare. Satan, you are my worst nightmare." Brianna imprinted her trembling hand on Satan's picture, leaving a bloody mark on the frame.

“What you’re doing is illegal.” “So is sucking the blood from innocent humans!” Jo retorted. “Or at least it used to be! Before President Crimsoncrotch and his cronies took office. Look. At. Me.” Slowly, the monster lowered his arm, revealing the steel grey eyes that assured Jo one pull of her trigger would end him. She didn’t hesitate. As he opened his eyes to make another plea for his life, her finger flinched, pulling back the tiny piece of metal that let fly a larger projectile, this one exploding between his eyes and leaving him staring into her own blankly for a half a second before he dissipated into a pile of black ash, mingled with piss.

I didn’t need anyone finding out about this meeting. “No, I covered my tracks.” I followed Rook to a spot where he had hidden our two Nightmares. Nightmares are demonic horses that are black with manes and tails made of fire, their eyes are red and unless you are a demon, I wouldn’t recommend touching one. One touch from a nightmare could make you have horrific dreams for the rest of your life. They fed off fear and loved to torment the living. I mounted Amdis, my Nightmare. I've had had him since I was young, and he was loyal. The only one who could ride him was me. If another tried, they would end up seriously injured.

I did not want to be weak. I glanced at the file sitting beside me in the passenger seat, and a smile instantly formed on my lips, who would have thought that Armandos plan would turn out just perfectly. The make up artist he had employed did such a gory job and oh boy, that girl was a badass artist, I would have believed Armando, was actually dead if I wasn't there myself. “Laia, we’re free to live a happy life free from killing.” I started a conversation with my wolf.