Little Nightmare Hunter Novels & Stories

“Pssst! Young Hunter.” Looking back as he hears the same whispers that always wake him up whenever he is asleep in the middle of the night and whenever he is alone. The creeping shadows at first glance, that slowly shifting into a hideous monster and different from each time he sees them, are calling for him again for a game. “Do you want to play?” As it asks him, smiling from its slit mouth all the way unto its ears and playing with its long-pointed nails as its body contours in different directions wearing a blue tuxedo.

~nightmares again~ Elleanna had been asleep peacefully until 30 minutes after Jonathan left to get the twins. She began to sweat badly. Her body inadvertently got up and she was sleep walking as she ran through her nightmare. ~the nightmare~ She ran through the streets of the town trying to protect pack members, but she got cut off by rouges so she took her son and ran towards the mountains..She hid him….But then moments later she watched in horror as he was shot through the heart in front of her “BAUDOUIN!” She screamed as she ran over to her son’s lifeless body and held it close to hers. Then Romero’s wolf slowly came over and laid down next to her and his blood coated her hand. She cried

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

Forget about the human even a shifter would have a hard time taking her on, it was as if she has been holding back for years and finally unleashed her anger and frustration that she has been bottling up for so long. Carter felt his entire body stiffen up as his fists clenched on his sides. That posture, that same haunting posture… with that similar maniacal smile that still haunted him in his nightmares. A black mist surrounded him and Carter couldn’t see anything that was happening in his surroundings. No, that was a f*cking lie. He could see something or more like someone. He could see a child, crouching on the floor with his hands covering his head with bleeding welts from the whip on hi

Instead of biting the hunter, he bites his arm until fresh blood flows in it. When he was calm, he look at the woman again. He presses his hand between her neck and shoulder then, he removes the small stain of her blood from his bite. Later on, he heard a sound of a car. Therefore, he decided to look at who was coming. He stood up and face her one last time before leaving the sleeping werewolf hunter. Little did he knows, the woman is not fully unconscious, she feel the bite of the man and she saw his face. ~~~

I'm mentally exhausted, dear diary. I miss Campbell, I miss Ivy and Alicia, i muss my former school. I miss Lisa. Yes, Lisa was a big bully but I still miss her. I killed her, and I feel so bad about it. I wish I could have stopped the accident, I wished she had believed my dream and I wish I hadn't had any dream in the first place. I hate using inhalers but I'm getting used to it. I hate not having anyone to text, apart from mom and dad and granny. Diary, please keep me awake till morning, I really feel very sleepy..."

Damien lit a match and started the Vampires body on fire, leaving it to burn in the alleyway. Suddenly I was back on Damien's lap, our lips touching, while lightning danced across my spine. He pulled away and locked eyes with me. I could read his thoughts as a mess of turmoil and sorrow. He never wanted me to have to relive that. He regretted making me forget him, but he knew that it was too much conflict. A Hunter and a Vampire. I was too young to understand, and he was too smart for his own good.

“I know, it’s bad for my health. I know Lily told you that you need to bee attentive to my sleep hours, but I swear I do what I can.” Lily had appeared one night, completely out of nowhere. Hunter was asleep, while I worked. The little witch spilled a glass of water on him to wake him up and tell her that he had to stop me. From that day, I always had nightmares. Raw nightmares. Most were about losing Hunter in different ways. In some when I appeared it was too late, but in others … in others it was me who ended up killing him.

Heading to bed I strip and crawl in beside Hannah. "Goodnight tiny",I kiss her lips and snuggle close to her. I yawn and doze off. Hannah pov Hunter is crying out in his sleep and I hate hearing it. He keeps calling to Bruce and saying sorry. "I'm right here Bruce, he sobs, right here brother. I'm sorry...I'm so fucking sorry",he jerks up gasping and shudders. "Fuck!",he is sitting there trying to breathe and I want to touch him. Listening to his nightmare was gut wrenching and I hated not being able to help him. I felt him turn over and I knew he was looking at me.

He flicks the light on, and I wince at the brightness before he closes the door behind him. Soon after, the muted sound of the steady shower stream hitting the tiles fills the silent void. I close my eyes and focus on the pattering purr of the water moving through old pipes. In a matter of seconds, exhaustion pulls me into a plague of nightmares—detached, groping hands, bullets, so many bullets, and at the centre of it all, a terrified little boy with eyes as black as night.