Killer X Nightmare Novels & Stories

I asked, squinting my eyes trying to get a glimpse of the stranger. “Oh please I know more than your name bunny, I know everything about you” he said taking two more steps. “So you are a stalker then, how long have you been stalking me?” I panicked as I took more steps back. “I’m not a stalker bunny, I’m your nightmare” the voice said and just like the wind he disappeared into the shadows like he was never there, my heart sank into my stomach as his last words echoed in my head. I’m your nightmare.

Riana asked. " I've considered it, yes. I don't know if that would help or make things worse,"Alpha Killian answered. "I think it might help him to know that you're still willing to forgive him,"Riana suggested. "Maybe. I'll think about it,"he said. "Let me know if there's anything I can do to help,"Riana offered. "Thank you, Riana. I appreciate it,"he thanked her. Alpha Killian had been having a recurring nightmare for weeks. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw his brother Alpha Diego being attacked by a pack of wolves. The wolves were hungry and vicious, and despite Killian's attempts to save him, Diego was overwhelmed and killed.

His hands flexed, curling subtly on the table, but he remained still, controlled—an apex predator assessing its prey. Kelvin’s final admission, a whisper, barely audible: “And… we were the ones who pulled the hit on Xander six years ago.” In that moment, Liam rose so sharply Kelvin nearly fell backward. His expression hardened, eyes blazing, the color of ice and steel, reflecting both fury and disbelief. Damian’s voice broke the silence. “What? You wanted to kill Xander?” Kelvin, still trembling, barely whispered, “Didn’t you already hear me in the room?”

She soon realized that he was having a nightmare. " Killian, Killian wake up" Lisa hurried to stand beside him, she didn't like seeing him like this and so she tried to wake him up. the moment she touched him, he grabbed her and pulled her into the bed. She laid flat on her back staring up at the man hovering above her. killian's eyes were no longer blue, his pupils had shrunk into slits that glowed in a dangerous red color. " Killian, what's wrong? " despite the sudden change Lisa found herself unafraid, she knew that this was still Killian and that her husband wouldn't harm her.

Clearly, I am in a nightmare, and it is all because of that stinking movie. Shaking my head, I take a deep breath and decide that I am going to walk out of the bathroom and wake myself up before this dream has a bad ending and I end up dead. However, once I open the door, a sudden gust of wind hits me, and I fly backwards as the tornado rips through the apartment building, and everything is decimated in its path. A few days later, I wake up and feel so much better till I look around and realize that I am lying in the bathtub of the apartment and my foot has been severed.

the tracker said, investigating the now clear and wild canine, who actually inhaled his mate. Victoria acted without concern for the creature's hesitation. "Learn?" the exhausted assistant refrained, wrinkling her messy nose. "Mac informed us that a high school teacher is responsible for the homicides that have been going on for a long time," the tracker clarified. —The homicides where the pineal organs of the victims were taken? Melissa asked, just to be sure she was in complete agreement as they were, since she was actually feeling somewhat slow and overly drained.

Kelvin yanked Brayden hair while he knelt on the floor. His lips bled in blood, his face had already been branded with little bruises. He groaned as his hair was almost pulled out. A tall and slimmed figure, one of Kelvin's squad smashed the bucket of water in his hand to Brayden's face. He breathed in and out as his eyes almost closed.

She didn't delete it. Two nights later she dreamed of the street. The blade. The cold press of metal against her throat. The sound his body made when he moved—that silent, lightning-fast precision. Only in the dream, he didn't catch her. In the dream, she hit the ground alone, and the concrete was cold against her cheek, and no one came. She woke with her heart slamming against her ribs, sheets soaked through, her hand reaching for something that wasn't there.

Desperate. "Shh... shh, Monique, it's me. You're having a nightmare," Liam's cooed softly. But I stared at him—stared into the eyes of my parents' killer, the man who had ripped my world apart. Tears blurred my vision, hot and unstoppable, as the memories of the nightmare crashed down around me. The nightmare, the terror—it was him. And here he was, of all people, comforting me through the very nightmare he had caused.

I like knowing my scent calms him. It wasn’t until I had the nightmare that I knew how to help Killian connect with his fire. I hadn’t called out in my sleep or even cried, but my dreams must have woken Killian. He’d shaken me awake, startling me with his snarls and growls as he pulled me to him. “You were dreaming, baby. You were dreaming of what that ... monster ...” he stopped, snarling again. “I’m so sorry you had to suffer through that.”