Ink X Nightmare Novels & Stories

Chapter 16 ONARI I stared at the criss cross marks my nails had made on his back. He was snoring. How could anyone sleep off right after sex? Men were super annoying! This was the time I became restless, ideas flowing easily though me. An idea was already forming in my mind. I tapped him lightly on his hand but he didn't budge. I frowned and tapped him harder. He groaned and made to roll over, but I wasn't having any of it.

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.

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

He mumbled a little before turning on his side but did not awaken. She shook her head, How can you be Dusk and Duskin? How can you pretend to be such a dark child when you are so kindhearted? Although she desired the answer to the question, she figured that she would never obtain the answer. Nightide remained secretive about their past. Hae Mina shook her head as she ventured up the staircase then fell on her bed in a heap. Her brain was too exhausted to push her back into her dreaded nightmares and so she slept heavily and deeply.

I’d have to. That night, I couldn’t sleep. My mind kept playing flashes of Kayla—her laughter, her stubbornness, the way she looked at me when she was angry and didn’t want to admit she cared. I drifted off sometime after midnight and was instantly thrown into a nightmare. Kayla stood in the middle of the forest, covered in blood. Her eyes were wide, her lips trembling. Behind her, dark figures reached out with shadowy claws. “Adrian!” she screamed, running toward me—but the ground between us cracked and pulled apart.

It was just Tara. "Yes, Tara, come in," she called back, her voice trembling slightly but filled with relief. Cautiously, she unlatched the door and it creaked open, revealing Tara's concerned face which was highlighted by the dim glow of the hallway bulb. "River? What's wrong?" Tara asked, her voice filled with worry. "We heard screaming coming from your room." Shame almost turned River into a squirrel. "It was just a nightmare," she mumbled, stepping back to allow Tara into the room.

Chapter Ninety Seven: I Believe You, I Lied. The nightmares wouldn’t stop. For days now, Ian woke up gasping, his sheets soaked with cold sweat. Visions of gunshots in the dark, the sickening crack of a neck, the feeling of falling endlessly into water below. He looked exhausted, with deep purple shadows under his eyes that even Zhedya’s expensive skincare couldn’t fix. Zhedya noticed, of course. He’d become extra attentive, extra gentle…bringing him tea, running him baths, touching him like he was a porcelain doll. It should have felt comforting. Instead, it felt like being smothered.

Bad. Cash and I were the only ones that survived the Nightmare from our family. Mom and Dad were already sick by the time the vampires came to our home to 'save' us. The vamps were only there for me. They had found out about my IQ and wanted my brain to join them. I had insisted that they saved my brother as well. I may have made it a deal breaker.

The nightmares started three nights after the hunt. Kael would wake in the darkness, his heart racing, his sheets soaked with sweat, the image of golden eyes still burning behind his closed lids. He saw the hybrid woman every time he closed his eyes—sitting at that small table, surrounded by books, so impossibly alone. Sometimes she was crying. Sometimes she was staring out the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. Sometimes she was looking directly at him, as if she could see through whatever barrier separated dreams from waking.