Batman Nightmares Novels & Stories

I doubted my sanity would remain intact if I were to be left on my own. We all sat in the cozy living room, surrounded by plush cushions and soft blankets. My three best friends; Layla, Janelle, and Sofia, as well as Alyssa, my sister-in-law, flanked me on the large couch, while Alfredo and Alvida, my parents-in-law, sat on a couch opposite ours. The room was bathed in the warm, afternoon sunlight, but no amount of light could erase the darkness that still clung to my very being. I took a deep breath and looked at them, my voice shaky as I spoke. "I've been having these recurring nightmares,"

“When I was begging you, telling you I didn’t want to do it, what did you do? You didn’t care. You never saw me.” “I do now!” he cries, crawling forward, his breathing uneven. “I understand now, Natasha, please…” His trembling hand reaches for her wrist. This time, she doesn’t pull away. He bows his head, voice breaking. “You’re all I have left. I have no one. Please… stay with me.” “Ah.” She lets out a hollow scoff. “Have you forgotten? You killed someone. Then you ran.” Her eyes flicker with something darker. “Do you know I have nightmares? I see bats. I hear a baby’s voice asking me why I didn’t want her. You weren’t the one experiencing that.”

CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE DAMON Point of View I stood in my room, staring blankly at the wall as I tried to shake off the lingering fear and anxiety from my nightmare. Why was I having these nightmares? Was it something to do with the battle ahead with Alpha Damisus, or was it related to my past with Annie? I paced back and forth across my room, my mind racing with possibilities. I couldn't seem to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach. After a while, I sat down in my chair, trying to calm myself down. But my restlessness got the better of me, and I soon found myself lying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I was restless, so I found myself moving from one par

I could see no love for me in those blue savage eyes, they only held greed for the blood of a corpse. The hockey bat was locked on my head, and he raised the bat in the air just to whip the life out of me. I could see the bat reaching my head but before I could feel the numbing pain, it vanished. “No! Stop!” I shouted before my eyes could focus on the external world. I blinked many times just to adjust my sight and see if I was really bruised but I caught myself sitting on the bed while panting with a dried throat. Oh, Jesus, that was a nightmare. A terrible, life-sucking nightmare. It could even take my life in my slumber.

An evil smile formed on my lips! They nodded and flicked their hands to let us through. The one in the truck climbed down, and we were pardoned. The door was shut closed, and seconds ticked before a faint pop-pop sounded from outside. Screams filled the air, and my adrenalin pouch ripped open in my chest as the red liquid burned the bat from the inside out. One for Remdragons: Nill for Gemini Bats I could feel it swim in my blood; tonight was going to be a long, good, good night!

Stories of death—and worse than death. His throat went dry, as a chill raced up and down his spine. Papa fucking Nightmare is here. The pounding on the metal increased, becoming chaotic, frantic. Muffled, unintelligible voices mixed with animalistic hisses and snarls. The same sounds he’d heard from those zonbis ripping apart Bernstein’s SUV. Something—or more accurately—some things wanted in. “Why don’t you go out to the highway and play “hide and go fuck yourself”?” he replied and hit “end.”

Even after the moon waned and night turned to day, I continued to bite my nail, waiting for news from my mate but as the hours went by and I heard nothing, my anticipation and anxiety continued to mount. “I’m sure he is fine,” Beth said. “You should rest, Channy. Think of your baby.” Despite my mind being alert, I couldn’t deny the fact that my body was tired so I let her lead me to the only room in the sanctuary and coax me to sleep. With time, I could not keep my eyes open and the nightmares started. I had terrible nightmares on repeat. It was either I died or my mate died. In every dream where I died, I saw Dahlia towering above me, her eyes filled with malice as she stabbed into my stoma

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.

Liora's POV The nightmares started three nights after the training room attack. At first, they were quiet — soft whimpers in the dark, Alora tossing and turning in her sleep. But by the fourth night, they had become full-blown terrors that tore through the silence of the mansion like shattered glass. “Mommy! No! Don’t take me!” Her scream ripped through the room at 2:47 AM. I bolted upright, heart exploding in my chest, and pulled her into my arms before she could thrash herself off the bed.

It's like an attempt to rid myself of the unwanted tie, but the mark stays. Overwhelmed with helplessness, I stand there, naked and defeated. Tears stream down my face as I grapple with the harsh reality of my life. I let out a scream as the room echoes my cries, filled with misery and confusion. At that moment, I feel the weight of my past and the uncertainty of my future. The shocking revelation about my mother's survival, the conversation with my uncle, and his demand for me to bear the Lycan King's child within six months.