Killer X Nightmare Novels & Stories

" Smack! With a vicious swoosh, the scepter struck Sam's chest without any reservation. "Gahhh!" The searing pain shocked him fully awake, and his scream tore through the house. His thin pajama shirt split apart, revealing a long, crimson mark across his chest. Smack! Smack! Smack! Even then, the exorcists showed no sign of stopping. The three of them took turns, striking Sam's abdomen, ribs, and thighs over and over, their attacks raining down mercilessly.

Alissa quickened her pace. A scene of destruction met her eyes. Kimberly's home had been ransacked. A trail of blood led into the kitchen. She followed it, being careful where she stood. She could place the smell now, it was death. She knelt beside Kimberly's body. Alissa begun to shake “Luca!” she pushed her mind to him “Luca, Kimberly's dead!” “I'm on my way, is Michael there?” “I don't think so”.

My father’s sweet flower girl has become a cold-blooded killer. I was still on my pity train when I heard a faint knock on the door. My heart jumped with fear for I thought it might be the police. Maybe someone had seen me and followed me while alerting the authorities. But then it dawned to me that the police don’t do faint knocks, police break doors. The knock repeated, followed by a soft voice calling my name. It was Billy. At once, there was a sexual excitement that echoed throughout the bottom part of my body. It was almost unbelievable how Billy’s voice made me forget about my worries even if it was just temporarily and at the same time made me lust for him. I quickly got up and made f

Asshole, dickhead, I even tried to bait him into a fight at one point. Any time I tried to sleep, I would scream myself awake from nightmares that were far worse than my waking moments. I had hoped for some peace as I slept, but the nightmares plagued my sleep as though I truly did deserve to be punished. I wasn't sure if anyone could hear my horrified screams, but if they could, no one came to my rescue, My stomach began to rumble and I wondered how long it had been since I last ate any food. I heard some noise coming from the top of the stairs and I began to contemplate what I would call Alpha Killian next.

Just as I'm about to surrender completely, the images hit me like a physical blow. Screams explode in my mind—the sound of my pack being slaughtered, my family's voices raised in terror and pain. Blood soaks the grass beneath my knees as I watch my brother fall, watch my mother's head roll across the ceremonial grounds. And above it all, that cold, commanding voice: "Kill them all. Leave none alive." Reality crashes back with brutal force. I shove Knox away with all my strength, scrambling off the bed so quickly I nearly fall. My chest heaves as I struggle to breathe, the nightmare images still dancing behind my closed eyelids.

Killian sighs, “You’ve seen as well as I how the victims of the demons’ horrific acts would react when triggered. They would suffer night terrors just like hers as well.” I growled, “I can’t even think of someone doing such things to Lira. I would kill them.” “Yes, we would. Oh, their death would be long, drawn out and so, so bloody gruesome.” I grunt, happy me and my Lycan can still come together on some things.

Kelvin stopped laughing and asked with a serious expression, "You had another nightmare?" "Horrible, all night long," Kisa said. "What about you—did you have nightmares last night?" Kelvin shook his head. "This is strange. If the Mullen residence is the problem, then how come I didn't have nightmares last night? And you have moved to Felicity's place yet still have nightmares." "That means it's probably the drug you mentioned before. Someone must have found a way to secretly administer it to me."

he asked. She looked at him gruesomely, making him think she would not agree. Finally, she nodded her head and cackled. Kate awoke terrified from the nightmare she had last night after the horrible incident she encountered from Ken. She had seen Queen Latina in her dreams, looking so scary with her hawkish nose and sanguine eyes. That got her frightened. She saw where Jackson shot himself to death. She had to convince herself that it was just a nightmare as she cast her gaze on Jackson, praying nothing would happen to him. Jackson had his hands straight to his eyes; she could sense the vision in her head and was surprised by the nightmare.

All the nightmares came both from him and from also having no idea of where her parents are or who she is. When she first came to this house and was told to get in and she didn't that led to my anger, the way she guarded her face screamed abuse. She had been abused, beating up and left there. That pain made Killer not Reina. Killer was made by Reina to prove to the world that was better and the best at her game, to prove that she controls everything and everyone's life. But Reina, she was just a little girl fighting to be removed from the body that contains both her and a killer but there was no way out. After kissing her on her forehead, work called my name to which I answered. Checking eve

Since his long nightmare began. His last thought was of the moon, rising somewhere beyond the smoke. And Lyra, before the jealousy, before the war, before the end. Then came light: Blinding, white, endless. And then… black. ~~~~~ Killian’s scream tore through the night. He bolted upright, gasping, clutching at his chest. His eyes were wild, unfocused, the sound animal, half-man, half-memory. The room around him blurred, his breath coming in sharp, broken bursts. His hands trembled as if still holding the dagger.