Little Nightmare Hunter Novels & Stories

this is the night his mother died. He runs up the stairs and I follow. He disappears at the top and as I step through the doorway I emerge in a forest a few feet away from a now slightly older Hunter. He is taller, his body has filled out and he looks strong. Much stronger than a child should be. An eerie snapping sound echoes in the night air and I watch in horror as Hunter shifts under the light of the full moon. There is no way he is eighteen, he barely looks ten. How can this have happened?

She smiled. It was a truly wicked smile, slow and devious and made all the more gruesome by the blood dripping down her chin. Light headed as I was, I still felt a chill as those dark, otherworldly eyes met mine. “Didn’t quite go to plan, did it, little hunter?” I smiled right back at her. I had an idea. I couldn’t doubt myself – I didn’t have any other options. “Yes,” I said, falling to the ground and grabbing the makeshift stake, hoping with my whole heart that it would work, that it would kill her, “it did.”

Trent and Oz solemnly obeyed him. Nadine awoke with a start, yelling. She had had a very terrible nightmare in which she had been eaten by a lycanthrope. Slowly, she began to take note of her surroundings. She was not in her apartment, but in what looked like a cave. Nick appeared before her, “You're awake.” He said, smiling solemnly. Nadine reached out to touch him and noticed that her hands were unrecognizable. They were larger and more hairy. She cried out in shock. It came out as a howl.

She never did in the last few days without Hunter. Claire slumped onto the couch in the living room. She wanted to be there when Hunter returned, so instead of going upstairs, she curled up on the soft couch to sleep. She had a very bad dream. She saw Hunter drenched in blood. He was lying on the ground in a dark forest, and there was a black shadow, like a dementor from Harry Potter, sucking life out of him. The dementor suddenly vanished and Hunter got up. Alas, his face was emotionless, his eyes empty. He resembled the Hunter she had known at the start of their marriage, though now he seemed more somber, more shadowed by gloom. Looking more distant and stoic.

I facepalmed and rubbed the top of my face, sweating profusely like I was doing in one of the dreams that I just had. “You had a nightmare?” He took his hands off his waist, bending to take a closer look at me while I drew back. “Yeah, I think I had a dream while dreaming as well, but it was so scary, and please, I need a little space to breathe” I pushed Hunter away from me a little, he came too awkwardly close to me, checking me out but I felt uncomfortable with how close he was. “Hmm, let me guess, it was about our little friend burnt at the stake last night, Sabrina” Hunter smirked and grabbed the study chair to sit on it.

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.

"Are you her? Let me introduce myself. I'm Liviel, Awakener of Lilith, the Progenitor of Vampires." She extends a hand toward me. I notice her fingernails—they are pitch-black and unnaturally long. They look sharp enough to slice through steel. I flash her my most brilliant, disarming smile. "Nice to meet you, roommate." I reach out and clasp her hand. The moment our palms touch, her grip tightens like a vice. I look up, meeting her glowing crimson eyes. There is no warmth in them—only the predatory thrill of a hunt. In a fraction of a second, her other hand shoots forward, those pitch-black nails aiming straight for my heart in a lethal, blindingly fast thrust.

The woods were alive with the sound of shifting shadows, the forest brought to life by the eerie light of sparkling mist in moonlight as Lunus plunged ahead into the night, following after the more experienced hunters. This was the second night of her intended career as a lycan hunter and guardian of the town, and there was no way out of it, especially not now that they had entered the godless thicket of Malkouth.

"Hello Ms. Michael. I am Hunter knight." She wished for the end of the nightmare in which she was living but only if she knew what kind of demonizing nightmare is waiting for her. _______________________________________

It was just that a shuddering nightmare fragmented his slumber in the earliest hours of darkness, waking him up, panting badly and sweating like he recently had a bath. The nightmare contained her. Lisa. He watched her getting tormented. Humiliated. Hurt. She was being dragged naked in his nightmare on the streets of her pack he never visited physically. Her skin was seen being defiled by the horny evil soldiers of her pack while Jeremy, that bastard she chose over him, stood next to his father in a high position watching everything unfold across his view cheerfully. He saw her tears. The pallid shade of her face and hollowness in her eyes. She was anything but alive.