Chris X Nightmare Novels & Stories

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.

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.

he asks me, furrowing my eyebrows and taking another step towards me. Then, at that moment, a scream escapes from the depths of my throat as I cower and, millisecond after the fact, a grouping of images begins to streak before my eyes. I see the fear specialists killing Belasko, the main product that Angel and Sasha watched in the copyist's night, and a group of crows advancing from inside his chest; Sassa in her room, totally terrified and trying to close her ceiling window before a hand yanks the seat she's on; I see fear specialists appearing in Dark Potland and passing by the Angels' vehicle while they're stuck in trouble; each of the young people who grabbed and transformed in their exa

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.”

No one except the man. The lights flickered. Static buzzed in the bulbs. Electricity crackled. The carriage was plunged into darkness, just a split second of impenetrable black that filled my mouth, my nose, my ears, like thick, dank water, choking me, drowning me. When the lights exploded back into life, I saw it. A sheen of silvery skin on the man's cheek, harsh white reflecting off scarred flesh. It was a brief flicker of a bad dream. A touch of a nightmare; there and then gone again so quickly that I had to blink away the haze, but I knew I'd seen it, I'd seen him .

My eyes flew open as the smell of blood coated the air. Delsanra’s cry hitting home, until suddenly everything stilled. ‘Chris!’ I shouted through the link, fear filling me as his huge wolf fell to the ground and he shifted to human form. His entire back and side were ripped open, he was losing blood fast. "Oh no…" Raihana’s horror-filled voice came as she looked at Chris.

He continued to drive without being aware of an oncoming car, and due to the fast driving, their car was thrown on the road just as hard. ------ ''Dad!'' Gideon gets up soon after the nightmare. That was not a dream. It really happened ten years ago, yet it is still fresh in his mind. His head is still throbbing from the hangover. "Damn, my head," he mumbled as he gently arose from his slumber, and he was surprised when he turned his sight to the woman sleeping next to him. "Sucks, what did I do again?" He asks himself as he stands up and puts on his boxers and pants.

After that, Marcus stopped trying. Marcus had been convicted of fraud. Nothing violent. He was forty-one, with the tired face of a man who had spent his life avoiding trouble. Prison was supposed to be a brief stop, a lesson. But on his very first night, the nightmares began. From his very first day in prison, Marcus began having nightmares, always the same dream. He dreamed he was walking down a pitch-black alley. The walls were damp, the air thick with the smell of rotting fruit. Far ahead, a single streetlamp flickered, casting a weak yellow circle on the ground. Beneath that light stood a woman in a red dress. Her back was to him. Her hair was long and black, hanging like a curtain. And

She had a feeling she would die soon. Paige dared not look at Chris. However, she had to. She awkwardly turned around and looked at Chris, forcing an ugly smile. “Y-You’re awake.” Chris said, “I had a nightmare.” Nightmare? Impossible. How could such a fierce person have a nightmare? “What did you dream of?” Paige asked. Chris looked at her and said, “In the dream, someone was trying to steal my money. Don’t you think that’s the worst nightmare?” Paige was speechless. How could she be so careless? How could she not notice Chris was awake?

As Yves crumpled into the ground, the rancid stench of urine filled the air. Only Chris and I were left standing in this claustrophobic dorm. Chris was looking whiter than a ghost. He looked at his fallen friends and the crackling taser in my hand. Finally, the mask of fury and mania was torn away, revealing the thing hiding underneath. Fear. "D… Don't do anything stupid… Murder's a crime…" Chris kept moving backward until his back slammed into the door. I turned the taser off and tossed it onto my desk as I loomed over him. "Now you want to talk about the law? Funny."