Chris Afton X Nightmare 소설 & 이야기

Everything about this guy is absolutely perfect. Something strange appeared in Brawen's heart, she slowly raised her hand, gently touching the cold cheek. Very cold. The sleepiness hasn't stopped, but exactly, Small hasn't slept enough, just woke up because of a nightmare, after all, it's still not dark outside. So Brawen's eyes fell again, and it didn't take long for the sleeping worm to fall asleep... on Chris' shoulder. It wasn't until Brawen's breathing was even that Chris opened his eyes. His eyes were so calm, as calm as the moonlight at night.

They fall asleep together on the grass floor with the Moon goddess keeping watch over them. Adrian wakes up first, he stretches his body languidly. Learning to control transformations at full moons is a mastery, one that is known to him. For this reason, he can wake up the morning after a full moon and not wonder what havoc he may or may not have wreaked the previous night. Although, there are certain unaccountable scenarios where his true nature shows who still has the upper hand. He's about to get up when he hears a feminine sleepy whimper. He turns around and it's the annoying tyrant that he gave a brush down the other day. He looks at her closely and sees love bites on her neck where her

She did had a bad dream last night. She had seen herself back at the haunted house and the ghosts had attacked her again. But this time Chris wasn't with her and the ghosts jumped on her and everything became pitch black. She had screamed so loud and had woken Chris up due to her high pitch scream. He quickly dashed into the room to see her thrashing and panting. She was sweating profusely even when the weather was cold. Chris didn't know what to do and he just sat beside her. He took hold of her hand and caressed it gently as if soothing away the nightmare she was having.

After

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

' Damiontree ran ahead of the wind, and, unaware of her surroundings, went out into the royal garden behind the palace, and she found Chris feeding a black horse, and she ran quickly towards him. " Chris !". I turned to her. "Oh Dimitri!" "Seriously, it's Damontry!!". " I know ". Chris giggled as he leaned on the horse beside him. "Then why do you ". She shrieked, "Oh don't worry, did you know about the vampire party tomorrow!" Chris hums while patting his horse's head. " And work ?". Damontry asked, anxiety filled her voice. “What are you afraid of?” Chris said with a disapproving expression.

he ordered, his voice carrying the weight of authority. Chris hesitated, his grip loosening just enough for Fatima to wriggle free. She stumbled back, her eyes darting between us as if trying to grasp the unfolding reality. “What the hell is happening? I just came to check on you, and now there’s a psycho trying to claim me?” “It’s complicated,” I said, my voice steady despite the chaos. “Chris is a beta wolf, and it seems he’s found his mate in you. But it doesn’t have to be like this.”

“How do you know?” Raven’s eyes glowed faintly with reflected aurora. “Because she’s calling for me.” --- Global Dreamspace — Nightmare Bloom Shadows rose like smoke along the horizon, their forms shifting, trembling with human fear. Nightmares made manifest. Faces twisted by guilt. Memories stained by wounds. Traumas long buried clawing their way into the shared dream. Sophia stepped forward. “No — not like this.” The nightmares surged, not malicious, but desperate — the unprocessed pain of billions seeking release all at once.

MY HEAD WAS IN pain because it felt like someone was pulling my mind tighter and tighter, and if they didn't let go soon, it was going to snap. I couldn't do anything about it either since I was still under the nightmare Master’s control, performing for these rich socialites or should I say sadistic assholes. Well, I'm not performing that is the job for the freaks that the night remaster sends me. What Doc doesn't realize is that his ability works, and where most of them are freaks, the nightmare master can't stand the sight of, since they are useless. So he sends them here to perform for these assholes.

Forever. Chris.