Little Nightmare Comics Novels & Stories

It's like an attempt to rid myself of the unwanted tie, but the mark stays. Overwhelmed with helplessness, I stand there, naked and defeated. Tears stream down my face as I grapple with the harsh reality of my life. I let out a scream as the room echoes my cries, filled with misery and confusion. At that moment, I feel the weight of my past and the uncertainty of my future. The shocking revelation about my mother's survival, the conversation with my uncle, and his demand for me to bear the Lycan King's child within six months.

And his mouth… tight, muttering something I couldn't hear at first. I stared at him, startled. Lucian Blackwood was having a nightmare. It was like watching a dragon cough smoke and look scared of its own fire. He was the nightmare in other people’s stories. How the hell could he have one? Yet he looked nothing like a beast now. He looked… human.

And why was Mark always hurting her in the dreams? She stripped her nightshirt off and got in the shower. Once she felt more relaxed, she got out. She hadn’t told Mark about the nightmares she’d been having. He’d been so sweet the past five months. They had even planned Christian’s birthday party. It was this weekend. She dried off and walked out to the bedroom. She opened the drawer to grab some pajamas when she heard Mark’s voice. “Hey. Are you okay?” he whispered. “Just had a bad dream is all.”

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.

I’m your nightmare. I quickly turned around ready to leave this alley when I bumped into a hard toned chest. Looking up I felt my heart sink deeper into my stomach as I felt color drain from my face. I paled as I felt a strong fatigue coming. “Did you miss me bunny” the same voice that was behind the shadows said but this time I could see his full face and the sight of him made me nauseous, my dread, what I had always feared had returned. Leo Miller.

May.2050 The nightmare woke her again, she groaned as she stirred lazily to check the digital alarm clock beside her colt. It was 4am, she groaned again. Drilling starts by 5 and she knew there was no chance to steal a little bit more sleep, she lay back down to ponder over her constant dreams, dreams which she had begun to get used to that she didn’t wake up screaming in terror anymore, it had always been the same nightmare every night, the blood curdling screams of a tortured man, flashes of lights and the grim goggled faces of people in long white coats.

She opened her eyes slowly. “The Nightmares. I managed to find that fragment of memory when faced with the dark monsters that locked the Green Forest Dragon in the Thorn Whip magic artifact. Does it have anything to do with The Nightmares?" Astrid asked, looking at Lycus Lewis. "The Nightmares?" asked Lycus Lewis to confirm. “Yes, The Nightmares. A dark creature that has claws and captivates the spirits of the orphans,” Astrid replied with an irregular breath. She was still trying to regain consciousness.

Chapter 35 - Desperate The last few days felt like months as worry ate away at me. I didn’t sleep often, but I woke up covered in sweat and gasping for air when I did manage to pass out. Other twisted nightmares would come into play each time I passed back out. Ones where Balthazar was dead, and I was too late to help him. Others where, Jade never came, and the giants found us instead. One nightmare would morph into the next. It would go from him to me being alone cornered by Luecrottas beast. I was being eaten alive while my screams went unheard. They swirled around each other, going back and forth.

I jolted awake, trembling violently as cold sweat clung to my skin. A nightmare. Only a nightmare… though Hazel remained strangely restless beneath my skin. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Dominic crossed the room in seconds, concern darkening his expression. He was beside me before I could steady my breathing, his hand closing around mine. "Are you hurt, Natalia?" "I heard you from the room beside yours.” I turned my gaze to him as I regained my composure. "I–I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face.

Watching the road below the way she watched everything, with the particular patience of someone who had learned a long time ago that threats rarely announced themselves. Caelith sat on the edge of the bed and talked. She started from the beginning. The dreams. The feeling on the street that first Wednesday. The black car and the chemical cloth and the ritual room with the candles that didn't flicker. The stranger who appeared and disappeared and submitted her essay and left her on a bench on a road nobody used. Zara, the courtyard, the blood deal. The journal. The friend she called at midnight who knew things she shouldn't have known from footnotes.