Little Nightmares 2 Comic Novels & Stories

Gid, I knocked several times—-Ow," he said as he noticed the woman lying on the bed. "Nah, Uncle, I don't even know who she is, believe me," Gideon says, scratching his brow. Sam took a big breath, saying, "Never mind, go fix this and I'll come back to you later." and exited the room. Gideon nodded and looked at the woman. He walked into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror, wondering how long he could distract himself from a nightmare he would never forget for the rest of his life. He returned his attention to his body, the scratch on his chest that would never fade.

He collapses to the ground, growling in pain, desperately fighting back. My mum, in a desperate howl, drops me and shifts into her wolf form to join the fierce battle. Then I wake up with a jolt as hot tears stream down my eyes. My heart races like it wants to escape my chest as the remnant of the dream lingers in my mind. Scanning the room, confusion clouds my thoughts as I search for reassurance that it was just a dream. The dream is disturbing because it keeps recurring. I had watched my dad get killed by a ruthless Alpha right in front of me, and since then, the scene of battle keeps reoccurring.

Your sister is next! Your, Nightmare There was a roaring wolf stamp and the end of the letter. I wonder how they know that I'm alive. First of all, I don't even know who 'they' are. After brainstorming I concluded. I think I know who they are. They surely did not name themselves but they did leave a small sign. The roaring wolf confirms it.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

Then I heard a frightening laughter. “I can sense it that you don’t want me out.” ~Back to Reality~ “Well, I had a nightmare as well, but we will get over it, isn’t it?” “Yeah, sure.” I really hoped that I was going to stop having this nightmare of scary things and all, because I didn’t even understand why I was having them, in the first place. “Alright, seems you are getting too sluggish in there, you will have to accommodate me in the bathroom as well.” Layla said, looking stark naked in front of me.

I pushed it open silently and entered. It was everything I had expected. The exact opposite of my room. The themes here were black and grey. Black furniture, grey walls, grey and white beddings. The air conditioning was off, but it was so damn cold in here, the air so tight I could hardly breathe. Or it was just the fact that I knew my presence here was wrong. It was much bigger than my room, obviously. And I liked it. I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming.

I turn my head sharply, my gaze immediately landing on the small bed in the corner of the room. My son. There he is, curled up beneath his blankets, his tiny form peaceful, his chest rising and falling with soft, steady breaths. Oblivious. Safe. For now. My fingers clench into the sheets, the lingering terror from my nightmare making it hard to breathe. Last night, I had a similar dream too. I am running, my son clutched tightly in my arms, his little fingers digging into me, his cries echoing in my ears. My legs burn, my lungs ache, but I can’t stop, I can’t stop because they’re right behind me.

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.

Then another nightmare hit me. I was standing in a white room. Everything around me was empty. Then she appeared. The woman from my first nightmare. Maledicta. She smiled. “You lived.” I couldn't move. “Good.” She stepped closer. “I need your blood.” I woke up screaming. My heart was beating so hard it hurt. The doors burst open. Lucien and Kiran entered at the same time. Then they saw each other. Both growled. I stared at them. “Can you two stop?”