Killer X Nightmare Novels & Stories

The screen lit her face in the dim room. Unknown Number She opened the message. And went cold. Xavier’s eyes flicked to her expression. “What is it?” Katerina swallowed hard and turned the screen toward him. Xavier Carter is dangerous,Kat. Get away from him before he kills us all. — Jackson The room seemed to tilt. For a second, neither of them spoke. Then Xavier’s face changed. Not panic. Recognition. And that was far worse. Katerina stared at the glowing screen in her hand, her pulse thudding so hard it made her fingertips numb.

That night when Tyler wrapped up his work and returned to the bedroom, Kelsey was still awake. More specifically, she had just woken up from a nightmare and could not fall back asleep. She had dreamt of their deaths in her previous life again. This time, the nightmare felt more real than ever. It was as if she had lived through her death again. She dreamed of Cooper’s awful manipulation and lies. When she woke up, her body was drenched in sweat. Everything Kelsey saw was coated in red.

I woke, hours later, to Kitty screaming and crying in her sleep. "It's okay. I'm here. It's me, Craig. You're safe." I said, pulling her close so she can see my face. She woke up and looked at me in the dark. "Craig?" she asked as my door crashed open to reveal Dad and Clay standing there with Mom behind them. "Everything is fine. She just had a nightmare." I told them. Dad and Mom looked relieved but Clay looked pissed. "I'm so sorry." Kitty said through her tears.

’ Jax Ubel, the Beta of Pack Helix and subordinate to Alpha Alastor Tynen, said informing him that the task had been done just as Alastor would have liked him to. Grinning at the good news which Alastor knew wouldn’t have been hard for his capable Beta to have gotten done he walked out of the interrogation room and towards the lobby to find Vevina aiming her gun at a passing officer who was looking at her with some discomfort while Jax came out of another corridor talking to a man.

I guess her pregnancy isn’t fond of the new feminine perfume–that of wild roses–that lingered on Uncle Fernandez when he arrived. Kyle turns around to face Uncle Fernandez and frowns. “And you are?” Uncle Fernandez snorts, “Your worst nightmare, buddy! I am Hunter Fernandez.” Kyle lets out a condescending laugh. “Actually, I don’t dream…you know, being a powerful demon and shit. Most times people dream of me. Or rather, have nightmares about me.” He scoffs. “Also, can’t say I’ve ever heard your name before, Hunter Fernandino. What do you hunt? Rabbits or rats?” Kyle extends a hand. “Anyway, nice to meet you, Nightmare.”

My eyes widened at the shocking incident, but that was just the beginning. A gunfight suddenly broke out between the two henchmen and my own men, making me look around in bewilderment. What the hell was going on? "The fuck!" Xander exclaimed angrily, as he tried to reach for his gun, but he was also shot up to three times in his chest, making his body go limp immediately. Xander was dead. Three of my men were already gunned down, leaving me alone with the two henchmen in suits, who I now recognized as infiltrators. They were never Xander's henchmen; they were the Calaveros.

Nyx let out a piercing shriek, not like a bird, but like an infant being dismembered alive. I saw the beautiful blood-red light being forcibly stripped from him, dissipating into black smoke. His black feathers fell out in clumps, revealing raw, bloody skin beneath. My heart felt like it was being torn apart by the same spell, the pain was unbearable. But my face remained expressionless. I simply carved this pain, this hatred, into the very marrow of my bones. I watched the life I created, the symbol of our past, being tormented, devoured, and consumed by the “pure blood” that represented his new alliance, his new mate.

He had in his office the scarce evidence, a few photographs of crime scenes, drawings and even vampire cartoons, of something he was completely sure, that was done by a human, and he was someone who knew where to attack, supernatural beings did not exist, The science that he loved so much made him doubt about those nocturnal creatures, this was a man who hated the female gender, and he would find it. The headlines read: STRIKE AGAIN! THE MIDNIGHT KILLER. Now they were two women who were presumably servants of the night, they woke up on the nearby dock, both with looks of terror and those marks made with a fine-edged weapon. A figure was walking along the pier, it was close to five in the mor

Descending into murky hot liquid, he choked on blood, gasping on tattered flesh. And right before he died. Right before he drowned, He woke up, screaming and covered in sweat. But had he really woken up? Or was the nightmare—the reality of his life—just beginning? Some dreams one can’t wake up from. They sit deep, festering in the soul, and replaying in the mind the rest of the day. Blinking, he picked up his Rubik’s cube and then slung it back on the desk. There was no more time for games. Something had changed Xavier. He’d been a part of fake terrorist attacks before.

"But from this moment forward, you need to be very careful." I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Please, Helena." "I will see you." "When?" "Tomorrow." I closed my eyes. "Okay." "And Karma?" "Yes?" "If Gaius is telling the truth..." She paused. "...then the man sleeping beside you may be much more dangerous than we ever imagined." The call ended. I slowly lowered my phone. For several seconds, I couldn't move. Then I looked toward the locked door of my office. Somewhere outside, investigators were standing over Adrian Keller's body.