Ink X Nightmare Novels & Stories

I stared down at the blood on her body, at the blood on mine, and the man lying lifeless on the bed, soaked in his own blood. I killed him. With a shaky breath, I turned to find Mason’s mother standing in the hallway. A gun in her hands. Her face was filled with pure hatred for me. Her eyes were dark, lips curled. “Die, bi—” Sometimes, dreams can be misleading, like this one. Suddenly, everything began to shift. Then it got hot, and then I jerked up. . . *cough* I didn’t know how long I had been asleep, but the moment I opened my eyes, I felt it.

“It’s kind of cute, seeing the nightmare of this school acting like such a puppy.” He pouted. “How did that name even stick to me? I wasn’t even that bad.” “Please.” I rolled my eyes. “I only came to this school a semester ago—how would I know? But according to Eli, you broke a lot of hearts. And, sadly, girls always fall for the bad ones.” I raised my fingers in air quotes. “Not all nightmares are bad, Cross. They called you the nightmare they wouldn’t want to wake up from. Though, honestly, I thought otherwise when I first met you.” I giggled.

I scream that they may have tattooed me, but I’m not one of them and I don’t want to go on anymore stupid missions. It works better than I hoped. Carden doesn’t stop by for days on end leaving me with my nightmares. They become stronger with each passing day. I wake up breathless. I wake up crying. I wake up with my fists clenched to the point of having bloody nail marks dug into my palms. I wake up with a scream. And then I don’t wake up at all.

It was almost like he had it all planned out. Managing to hold back the hurt in my heart, I appended my signature and immediately handed it to him. The voice in my head kept reminding me that this was a wrong decision—just a means to hurt Boaz, too. Maybe. Maybe not. Different scenarios crossed my mind. Things my groom could be: a killer, a kidnapper, a trafficker. But despite my brain sending me warning signals, I still push it all away. All I wanted right now was just somewhere far away from the world.

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

Sebastian I bolted upright, my body drenched in sweat and shaking like a leaf. I wiped my face with my hand and took a deep breath. These nightmares are killing me. Every time I close my eyes, I see that man standing over me, gun in hand. He pulls the trigger, and even when I wake up, I feel like I’m still trapped in the horror.

Your sister is next! Your, Nightmare There was a roaring wolf stamp and the end of the letter. I wonder how they know that I'm alive. First of all, I don't even know who 'they' are. After brainstorming I concluded. I think I know who they are. They surely did not name themselves but they did leave a small sign. The roaring wolf confirms it.

The room, once divided by shadows, became a space where the tendrils of reality and nightmare intertwined—a delicate dance between the conscious and the unconscious. "I'm so sorry, Drew," Jette whispered, her eyes seeking solace in his gaze. "I never meant for any of this to hurt you. We need to find a way to break free from this nightmare—together." In that moment, Drew and Jette confronted the enigma that bound them—the nightmare that had spilled into reality. The threads of understanding, woven through the shared journey of dreams and waking moments, became a tapestry that held the promise of navigating through the shadows and emerging into the light of a reality untainted by the haunting

"If he can't handle you at your worst then he does not deserve you at your best. Real love means seeing beyond the words spoken out of pain, and instead of seeing a person's soul." Shannon L. Alder~ My night was horrible, and to top it off, I had a terrible nightmare that kept me up for hours and I only had a few hours of sleep before my alarm woke me up. After being woken by Jack to get ready, I know the day isn't going to be the best, but that doesn't stop me from making sure that I am properly prepared for today.

I freeze, water overflowing from the glass and splashing onto my hands. But when I look again, there's nothing. Just trees swaying in the night breeze. Get it together, Kaia. It was just a nightmare. I drink the water in three long gulps and head back to bed, but sleep doesn't come easily. Every time I close my eyes, I see ravens falling from the sky and hear that figure's terrifying scream.