Artist Nightmare Novels & Stories

I've already made friends with some hardcore crooks who are willing to perform the act for a some little down payment then when I get hold of Brenda's money, I pay them everything. So far, I've mastered her signature and very soon, I'll teach her that I'm way ahead of her! I'm not the type to work under my own mate! If she had made me her partner, I'd have rethought and reconsidered my decision but to hell with it! I'm now, more than ever before, determined to do as I planned and accomplish my mission! **** “Do you really have plans for the future with me?” Stephen asks me one evening after dinner as we lie on bed after a session of love making.

Byron cackled, his voice dripping with twisted delight. "Think you can run from it? These desires come from inside you, from your own body, your own heart. The Demonic Art reaches beyond death itself. There is no escaping it." He let out a cold, satisfied sneer. Suddenly, a massive cloud of black mist, threaded through with a sickly pink haze, exploded outward and blanketed the entire sky above the Umbral Peak Sect.

“Look, tell your cult leader of whatever that if he wants what I promised him, he’ll need to send in someone who can do more damage than a little girl with some fire in her palm.” The light in the room flickered, making me nervous that the memory was nearing its end. I don’t know enough about places like this to know if that could do something to me. I started to close the door and re-enter the hallway when I heard another voice call out, “That’s right Sophie! You make sure those cockroaches know who they’re dealing with.” I looked back once more to see a man walking up to join the black-haried girl. And one more glance at Maxine told me she was not pleased with any of this.

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

Her wolf struggles, her teeth elongate, glinting dangerously, while her claws extend, ready to fight. I come out of her nightmare and stumble towards the small, dimly lit bathroom tucked away in the corner of her room. With a violent heave, bile rises from the depths of my churning stomach, escaping my lips in a convulsive expulsion. The vivid, haunting images from her dream relentlessly replay in my mind, their grotesque details etched into the deepest recesses of my consciousness. I don’t consider myself a good person. I’m part demon after all, but even I am shocked by unimaginable depths of evil that now haunt me.

As she awakened from the dream, the remnant of her artistic excursion lingered in her consciousness, reminding her of the profound beauty and transformative vigor of self-expression through art. Awakening from the dream, Hazel found herself back in her familiar studio, surrounded by the tools of her trade and the canvases waiting to be filled with her artistic visions. The memories of the dream library lingered in her mind, a gentle reminder of the boundless creativity and inspiration that resided within her.

his voice was calm yet sombre. “Nightmare as in a bad dream?” “Bad dreams were named after nightmares, Callista. They are spirits who torment dreamers, feeding off of the terror they create.” “And he works for your brother?” I turned to face him and looked into his eyes, making my mind up to confront him about everything that had been on my mind over the past few weeks. “Morpheus, you need to explain everything to me. You can’t leave me in the dark anymore, not when nightmares are attacking me and women wake up from a coma to tell me you’re in danger and need my help.”

She is also afraid of the voice in her head whenever she shifts, it's a dark evil voice telling her to do bad things. Ans every day since her first shift she keeps getting nightmares, mostly of killing people, dead bodies, or waking up in some random place. She soon finds out that she might just be the only one in the pack that can astral project, because in the past they have executed all wolves with that ability, deeming them too dangerous and unpredictable.

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.

I felt nothing for Jason a long time ago. Without love, what was there to hate? As soon as I finished speaking, I saw his expression change. His lips went pale, and sweat beaded on his forehead. I was just about to get up when my arms and legs went numb all at once. A numbing shock went through me, and the whole room started spinning. Jason's panicked shouting faded as everything faded to black. When I finally woke up, the first thing I saw was a cold white ceiling. The sharp smell of antiseptic stung my nose.