Glamrock Nightmare Novels & Stories

She stood and went to open the door, and was surprised to see it was Nox, although perhaps she should have expected it. “I was told you were assigned this room. Come with me, we have something to do.” “Oh, right.” She walked behind him, following at every turn on the corridors and stairs, until they reached a dead end wall. Looking at Nox with a confused expression, he soon answered her doubts putting a hand on this. It retreated, letting them see the start of a stair that faded in the dark. “Luminare” He casted a spell and the steps of the stair became visible as they advanced, and behind them the wall closed the entrance again.

I had never seen him nervous and scared of anything but today he looked unsure about everything. "Who is he?" I asked taking a glance at the man on the floor. “He is the only brother of Beckham Grayson,” he stated and continued, “he is a ruthless mafia and when he finds out that you’ve killed his brother, he will kill you." He finished I detected fear in his voice. That kind of fear I've never seen in my uncle. I refused to run away and held my ground but I didn’t get much choice when they both consistently told me to get away from here.

On the other hand, outside of the glass room, many guards could only stand frozen after being flabbergasted and shocked to see the murder scene clearly displayed in front of their eyes. Especially Ellen, who was screaming hysterically because her lover was being killed right in front of her, she screamed until her body trembled when Dr. Drake's body, slowly fell to the floor with a gaping wound on his chest and a corpse covered in blood, while Arabella looked at him with a cynical smile filled with satisfaction. In the midst of the chaos, no one realized that something was actually happening to Steve. The man felt numbness all over his body and slowly his vision blackened out, replaced by th

“Alright, what is this extremely vital thing you need to tell us? — Forma Roman, curious, as he puts an arm around the shoulders of his better half. I gasp for air and hold it in my lungs until the words begin to eAngelger from my mouth, recounting the pecuAmyr dream I had earlier today that I haven't had a chance to escape from my head, which is why I barely focused on any of my classes. “Did you see a merry turn?” Lara asks me when I get to that part, butting in and checking me out with a stitched brow and an anarchy brow. “Besides, individuals vanish in waves of green smoke,” I wake up, deciding to get to the point one last time and spare myself the irrelevant niceties. "Do you ever have

I pushed it open silently and entered. It was everything I had expected. The exact opposite of my room. The themes here were black and grey. Black furniture, grey walls, grey and white beddings. The air conditioning was off, but it was so damn cold in here, the air so tight I could hardly breathe. Or it was just the fact that I knew my presence here was wrong. It was much bigger than my room, obviously. And I liked it. I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming.

They fought every single day, and Samuel was sandwiched between them, tired and anxious. Their love quickly turned into vexation and annoyance. Still, he was merely reaping what he sowed for. Ah, all the beauty and vivacity and variety Melissa brought were defeated by the little things in life. The incessant attacks eventually bankrupted Samuel. He tried to seek me out, but Ronald had my back against the wall, confessing to me. He mustered up all his courage and took out a necklace. "I know you hate rings, so I got you this. I designed it myself, and I embedded the gemstone myself, too."

And danger attracts me towards itself like a magnet. The nightmares had stopped for a while this week but then I saw one, again, this morning. This one was different from others. Among all the nightmares regarding this particular "Rude Malhotra" faced monster, this one was the only where where HE did anything else except scaring me, glaring me and smirking at me. "He may be a theif! Because whenever he is in close proximity to me, he steals all my oxygen leaving me breathless, gasping for air."

Pitch dark inside was punctuated by spiraling neon spotlights, flickering strobe lights, and the black-lit haze of scantily clad bodies undulating on a tightly packed dance floor. Nina sauntered in first, leading the way. She reached up and touched the bouncer’s chest with her fingertips and dragged them along his pecs as she passed by. He grinned like an idiot, adjusted his pants, and as she looked back and winked at him, snapped his teeth at her playfully. Kayden grasped Nina’s hand when she reached back for him. The Gammas followed. The door swung shut behind them, and they were swallowed whole by the wild world of Freak Night at Bad Wolf.

But as it hit the iron blade, it began to smoke. **[ERROR: UNAUTHORIZED DATA MODIFICATION]** **[CRITICAL FAILURE: NARRATIVE CORRUPTION DETECTED]** I slammed the bloody sword into the ground. "I am Kaima!" I roared. "And I am the **Glitch**!" A wave of black static erupted from the sword. It wasn't beautiful. It was terrifying. It looked like ink spilled on a painting, spreading out and erasing the silver suits, the white staffs, and the perfect faces of the Shareholders.

With no knowledge of which way to go, I hit something hard and I black out. The next thing I know I wake up screaming in my bed, I shiver uncontrollably as the dried sweat makes my hair stick to my head. The sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, but my heart beat is already slowing because I’m at home safe and secure from any of those monsters out there in the woods. It was just a nightmare. In all the 17 years of my life, that would have to be the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I know I can’t go back to sleep after having a nightmare like that, so I get my phone out and check the time, its 2 in the morning I still have 5 hours until I have to get up. What am I going to do? I figure I