Killer X Nightmare Novels & Stories

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.

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.

She retorts. Kieran barks out a laugh and looks down at his hands. “I've been having nightmares lately, Lena,” he starts, gently as if he's finally confessing to her his worries, as if he cares she thinks but when he lifts his eyes to look at her, she visibly flinches at the malice and hatred in his eyes. Suddenly her palms go sweaty as she clenches and unclenches. “W-what kind of nightmares?” “You.” He responds and her eyes twitch. “Father, Sage, a face I can't recognize,“ he continues. “Everything is a blur but what stays consistent recently is the fact that I was cut open and had a child while you were there!”

Hatred was the feeling that flowed through his strings at me, and it hurt. Of course I had no right to feel like that; but my emotions never do as they're told and I refuse to rip these ones out. Just because I have no right to feel this way doesn't mean I don't deserve to. Knight is what his name was, but he enjoys going by Fractured now. He was supposed to be the Nightmare Master’s loyal dog who would kill anyone who went near him. Of course, he wasn't actually loyal, just doing as he was told so that his family wouldn't suffer the consequences.

As the water rained down on me, I braced my hand on the glass wall and closed my eyes. Whoever that was behind the serial killings was actually out to get me and that was one thing that was clear to me. My body stiffened as I recalled the nightmare I got yesterday night. Ever since the death of Kendall, I have been getting nightmares of her in the last state of which I saw her. The nightmares gets more prominent and darker whenever her death anniversary gets closer. But last night, it wasn't Kendall that I saw in my dream, it was Vivienne. Forcing myself away from remembering that gory nightmare, I switched off the shower and stepped out of the bathroom.

Ramsey is on his knees, bleeding from a gash on his head while Kylan stands over him, holding a club. “Alexa, are you okay?” He asks. “Kylan? What are you doing here?” My voice is still hoarse. “Let’s just kill him now. Everything will be over when he dies.” Kylan raises the club and I see that the head of it is made of silver. “No, Kylan! Don’t!” I scream but Kylan is too focused on Ramsey. “Die!” He roars into the dark night and brings the club down with full force and speed. No.

And he killed Adam? "No no no no. No, it's all a dream. A nightmare. It can't happen. This isn't real. No". He was screaming with his hands on his ears. "Callum ". He heard the same warm familiar voice but this time he was scared. He scooted toward the other end of the bed not even opening his eyes. "Callum . Look at us". It was Max this time. "No please no. Leave me alone. Dont. Dont hurt me please. Please goooo". He was shouting at the top of his lungs.

My nightmares were keeping me away. I kept twisting and turning in my bed, unable to sleep. I've woken up more than a few times with the image of my parents killing people floating through my mind. And every time I ended up crying, Killian would hold me as I relived the shock of my world crumbling all over again.

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.

On the moment she let Ronan hear her name. She raised her bound hand. The chain resisted—vibrating, tightening— Then cracked. Light exploded outward. The nightmare reeled, shrieking as fractures raced through the corridor like lightning. One chain fell. Then another. Kiera stood shaking, free. The thing wearing Hale’s face staggered backward, unraveling as its voice broke into fragments. “This isn’t over—!” Ronan stepped forward, golden eyes blazing. “No,” he said. “It is.” The nightmare screamed as the space collapsed inward— And darkness rushed to claim what remained.