C.c X Nightmare Novels & Stories

Andrews drinking his coffee. I could still feel David's eyes staring but was too scared to look. Until I heard him snap his fingers. "Now I remember where I've seen her." he blurted. "David-" Mr. Andrews started. "Don't you-" he continued. "She's the girl that you drew from your dream Mason." David interrupted, turning to point at my boss. Who drew who now?

“ No! In fact, I think that was the most senseless decision a mother would ever make. How are the kids even coping with you as their mom? Must be horrible!” He sounds serious, my jaw drops but his smile gives him away. He is only teasing. •••••• I have been having series of nightmares, it's becoming more frequent now. I can't shut my eyes without seeing Xavier boast about what he would do with my lifeless body, that's after being tortured over and over again by Cara. It's the same message every damn time. The same people too. Either this is a warning or it's just my subconscious messing with me.

His eyes are tired and bloodshot, running down the length of me, several warriors posted behind him as I blink awake to my bedroom. I’m coughing my cries, so overwhelmed with fear that it takes a minute for me to realize it was only a nightmare. Again. It’s been many days since Xander had cornered me in the washroom, his threat bringing on such intense nightmares ever since. Again and again, I see the rogue from the casino holding me down, his claws dragging down my body and pooling blood underneath me as he leaves no skin unhurt. He is ruthless, but he isn’t here and instead Jaxson is, concerned and reaching to wipe my tears away. I flinch instead, wound too tight with fear.

His breath slowed. His hands relaxed. And without warning— The room melted. And the dream began. The Nightmare Smoke. Everywhere. It twisted like a serpent through the air, wrapping around his throat. He stumbled through it—barefoot, shirt torn, hands dripping blood that wasn't his. "Xavier..." The voice came from nowhere, yet it pulsed through his bones. He stepped over a broken spear. All around him, wolves lay fallen—some he recognized. Some he didn't. Their eyes stared blankly at the stars.

::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: He woke up panting heavily with beads of sweat streaming down his face to his chest, although the AC is working but the sweat is more much than what he can handle. "The night mare again"He mumbled sadly and step down the bed walking slowly to where his liquor is,he got there and grab the bottle,he open the bottle and decant reasonable amount of it inside the glass cup. He gulp the whole content down at once. "The nightmare"He repeated and stare at the empty glass in his hand. When will they stop haunting him?

Lan took a deep breath and started talking, "Aunty, Xavier again got nightmares. He had dozed off during the break. When he woke up from his nightmare, I tried to give him his medicines but he just pushed me away and went out. I followed him till here. Where's he?" Lan finished in one breath. Mrs. Night visibly tensed. The nightmares, another enemy of her son. "Where's he aunty?" Lan asked desperately. He had to give her his medicines or he would have another panic attack. "He is with Valentina……" Mrs. Night widened her eyes. What if Xavier hurt Valentina? He has no control over himself after he gets nightmares. What if Valentina becomes his prey!!

Next to each other as always, as he remembers them in life, dying together by the grips and bites of vampires. "Fuck!" He screamed shaking in his chair, Xena and Nightingale looked at him confused, he was breathless, sweating and bewildered. "Are you okay?" Xena asked. "Y– yes it was just a nightmare" he said rubbing his face. It has been a while since he had that one, Danté realised no matter how much time passed it was edged into his mind like stone carvings. He rubbed his arms free of the sweat then lifted his hand to press the attendant button.

The nightmare might have ended, but its haunting grip lingered, a stark reminder of the torment she endured in her waking hours. Catherine, still trembling from the residual fear of her nightmare, pushed herself up from the disheveled bed. Her heart raced, and her mind was a whirlwind of emotions as she made her way towards the room's French doors that opened onto a spacious balcony. This particular nightmare, more accurately described as a haunting memory, had rarely resurfaced since her escape. It was the first day she had encountered Steven.

But that question was not answered because Cassia was entirely concentrated on her fight with The Nightmares. Thousands of flower petals flew fiercely attacked The Nightmare's face. The Nightmare's body was scattered like black smoke. However, within seconds the black smoke gathered again and formed The Nightmare's body, with Jack’s face, more gigantic than four meters. “No way! Do they have bodies of black smoke? How do we attack The Nightmares? Oh, my! I feel like in Nightmare now," Draco asked in surprise. “Their bodies are not made of black smoke in the dream world. Their bodies are small and made of solid objects,” said Astrid in fear.

In the middle of the night, Bethany was tossing and turning in bed, out of respect, Ciro left the master bedroom for her alone, while he moved into a guest room. The woman was attacked by what seemed to be nightmares. A pair of black orbs that looked at her in a solemn darkness and hands that squeezed her thin neck. She struggled to survive, although she was slowly losing consciousness. Finally, she woke up startled when in her nightmares she fell to the floor.