Little Nightmares 2 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The Birthday Girl May 29, 2009 Lucille Nora was fucking Boo and she was laughing maniacally. I ran toward them and saw that Boo’s chest was open, his heart missing and when I looked at Nora, her face was covered in blood. “You’re next, bitch!” I woke up from my nightmare and wiped the sweat covering my forehead. Fuck. It seemed so real. I sighed and lay back down. Jasper stirred in his sleep and his heavy arm went over my stomach. He woke up when I pushed it off me too hard.

Carina solemnly said. "Are you worried about Lona's warning?" "Uhuh. I also keep getting nightmares these days." She closes her eyes. The vivid images of her nightmares flashed by her mind. A dark and tall shadow is creeping out from under her bed. It's slowly approached her with a wide grin on its smoldered face. Its nails are long and sharp. Carina trembled in fright as she remembers its dangerous glints, full of vengeance and malice towards her. That shadow tried to touch her stomach while cackling boisterous laughter. Its laughter resounding in her dim-lit room, and Carina jolted up from her sleep, screaming in horror and fear.

“Tell me about the nightmares.” I exhale, leaning back in the chair. I don’t like that I have to retell them, but I need the help. “They always start off… nice. A memory of me and Luca. Something happy. But then they shift. They always end the same way—with him dying. With me losing him.” She leans forward slightly. “That must be exhausting.” She has no idea. “It is,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “Do you think being back in the country is triggering them?”

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.

“Sleep, Aria. When you wake, we make sure your nightmares don’t own you.” It’s such an odd promise that I nod without thinking. In bed, I stare at the ceiling for a long time. The city hums below. My chest aches. Eventually, I drift off. The nightmares come, as promised. I’m back in the hall, Liam’s voice echoing as he rejects me, the pack’s laughter swelling. Except this time, the pain doesn’t stop. It builds and builds until I’m sure my body will rip apart. I try to scream and no sound comes out.

I lay there for a few minutes, the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat a soothing lullaby in the quiet darkness. Suddenly, Connor's voice cut through the stillness, startling me. “You had a nightmare,” he said, his voice carrying a note of concern. I turned to see him lying on the couch, his eyes heavy with sleep yet alert, as if he had just woken up too. I nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the familiar cycle. This wasn't new; these relentless nightmares had haunted me for years, casting shadows over my nights. Back in Fae, when I was a young child, my cousin Corwyn would hear my cries piercing the silence. He would slip into my room to sleep beside me, his presence comforting, his hand holding

I whisper, as a stab of guilt washes over me. We both have had it rough since the two of us broke up a few weeks ago when my 18th birthday confirmed we weren't mates. These nightmares started that very night, each changing something different each time, before it was about mum and dad, but those seemed more memories of a horrific past now it’s morphed into this golden-honey wolf I’ve never seen before.

Killian said, but I had already dozed off and fell asleep in his arms. The next day, the nightmares became even more intense. My mate was having sex with not just three, but four women in front of me. I was so damn scared and petrified because it made my body weak. How cruel Lycan Steven is! I hate him so much! Killian was the one who accompanied me every single night through my nightmares. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I created a death note inside a box, accompanied by a sketch of my dreams, and sent the box to the Lycan royalty's mansion.

Now she was lost in thought, remembering what horrible thing she had just seen. "Argh I saw Liam with another woman." And she grabbed the photo of the baby she had found, examining it closely. “Is it because of this photo that I have nightmares like that? But this baby doesn't even have a pendant like me, so why is my dream so weird? It even looks so real.” The sun was getting higher and stinging her cheeks from between the curtains in her room. Squinting, she drew the curtains tighter. She lay down again, anxiously gripping her. Now she doubted she wanted to stay in the Dark Forest pack and fulfill her responsibilities.

Lucas sighed heavily, his troubled expression visible to his beta, Torrez. They sat together in Lucas's study, surrounded by shelves lined with books and papers scattered across the desk. Lucas fidgeted with a pen, his thoughts still consumed by the haunting nightmares that plagued his sleep. "Torrez, these dreams... they feel different," he confessed, his voice tinged with a touch of unease. "They're more than just anxiety about my new role as alpha. There's something... foreboding about them."