Chris Afton X Nightmare Novels & Stories

I jolted awake, trembling violently as cold sweat clung to my skin. A nightmare. Only a nightmare… though Hazel remained strangely restless beneath my skin. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Dominic crossed the room in seconds, concern darkening his expression. He was beside me before I could steady my breathing, his hand closing around mine. "Are you hurt, Natalia?" "I heard you from the room beside yours.” I turned my gaze to him as I regained my composure. "I–I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face.

His voice lowered to a mocking whispered and Nate tensed. He stuttered, “W-What do you mean?” Rafael smirked, pushing behind the long hair that covered a part of his face. “I have heard dark tales… from Alex. He says you killed hundreds out of bloodlust once. Is it true?” “No.” He tried to push Rafael away, but he had built up his strength on blood. “You really can’t control it then? You are a freak!” Nate felt his veins tightening. His canine dug into his lips and itched. He opened his mouth partially, but before he could do anything horrible, Cassie appeared behind Rafael.

My voice sounded hoarse and scratchy as it crawled up my throat. “Shh, don't speak,” Nathan whispered and moved to the foot of the bed. I shook my head. I wished more than anything that what I witnessed was not real. The visions of the night came back. The fight with the vampires, my brothers, Dimitri, the dead wolves, Sampson. I remembered the fear that traveled through my body as I was chased into the woods. I remembered seeing my brother through the smoke of a fire my best friend had set. And I remembered nearly mauling my brother to death.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

I was surprised she did not wake up from me suddenly bringing her to me. “She may get mad at me telling you this but I think you should know the nightmares they happen every night. Maybe they aren’t all nightmares. I heard them refer to another female as Luna, maybe you aren’t through hurting her yet.” I grow escapes my throat but Chris continues like it never happened. “One of us usually tries to be in the room if we can. We attempt to restrain her, her nightmares vary between reliving what happened to her but always end in the same way her screaming and attacking herself. I never understood her reaction like that not until I heard you killed her now I understand that is how she died. There

Those that didn’t go peacefully were ended. Americans who had committed to the “Fangs Are Welcome” movement had filmed LIGHTS members destroying Vampires who refused to go and used the footage to cause upheaval amongst those who were not sure. They’d edited and modified the videos to make it look gruesome, replacing ash with blood, faking scenes where children were slaughtered. The entire situation was awful, and it was then that her father had lost the last small grip he had had on sanity amongst the citizens of the United States.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

--- --- --- One could be amazed by the depths of jealousy. Strands of curly blonde hair in a loop of disarray over a pillow somewhere in the middle of the night. Whimpers and pleas trespassing through pink lips when a strong back arches off the mattress. Chris is tossing and turning, sweat beading over his thick brow as his dreams haunt terror and lust across shivering flesh and a racing pulse. Eyes of a blood color luster awakening beneath his skin when his mouth gapes in unspoken terror. "No…" He grunts, pained and thrashing harder against his thick comforters.

She feels she finally wakes up from the nightmare completely after she drinks the whole bottle. Another bad dream. She cannot remember how many bad dreams she has had since she was almost raped by Anthony a month ago. She hasn’t had one single dreamless night since that day. Some nights it was one nightmare after another, keeping her awake and screaming the whole night. She wonders when these nightmares will no longer harass her. She leans against the headboard beside Chris, turning her head to him and staring at his face. Chris gives her a meek and guilty smile. His face is still covered in blue and black bruises but is no longer swollen. He had suffered a concussion just like her that day,

I turn around to see an older gentleman who looks like a doctor walking towards me. “Hello, my dear Ms. Dreasden. I am Doctor John Hopkins, Nelli’s psychiatrist. I was told of the events tonight and not to alarm you, but if at any time the lights go out close your eyes and do not open them no matter what you hear. Apparently Nelli is loose and not under control. See Nelli has no soul. She was born with the blackest eyes of any human being I have ever met. If she sees the fear in your eyes, she will scratch them out before she kills you.”