Little Nightmares 3 Novels & Stories

Maybe once Artem realizes he’s lost his mind he might send me home Maybe pigs would fly. Or Maybe If I sleep I would wake up and discover this entire thing had been a stress induced hallucination. Or maybe an acid trip? Fuck I don’t even do drugs! Sighing I grunt as I squeeze my eyes shut willing them open again and unfortunately, the room was still here. I’m still in this goddamn nightmare and Artem Voronin was still very much real. A sharp knock interrupts my thoughts as I froze the door opens before I could even answer.

Perhaps because he understands why I might not want to show myself and because he also knows the kind of situation that we are now in. Throughout the night, I am unable to sleep for long and extended periods. Every hour or two, I am awakened by a bad dream, all of which are similar to one another; Alden and I are in the middle of an activity such as walking around the garden, reading or even fucking, and then somebody comes and attacks us. Most of the time, the person who attacks us is Lena, sometimes it is Karken and a few other times, it is Khimaira. At some point, I decide to just stay awake because if I don’t fall asleep, I can’t have nightmares. It is then that I finally get some rest a

Sebastian jolted awake, his chest rising and falling heavily. His breath came in short, uneven gasps, his body drenched in cold sweat. He pressed his palms to his face, exhaling sharply. The nightmares had returned. Again. The clock on his nightstand read 3:27AM. He lay back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling, but sleep evaded him. His mind dragged him back to the memory that haunted his every waking moment. Flashback: Three Years Ago

Their absence leaves a quietness behind, but the triplets seem determined to fill it with their endless antics. Tonight is no different. “Mummy!” Lily’s voice pierces the silence of my room, followed closely by Zane and Eli’s muffled giggles. I don’t need to see them to know mischief lingers in their eyes. I sigh, setting my book down. “What is it now?” Lily bursts in with her brothers, looking adorably pitiful as she rubs her eyes. “We had nightmares.” “You all had nightmares?” I arch a brow, unconvinced.

I shifted carefully, trying not to wake him and of course, right then, a dramatic groan broke through the air. “Oh my God,” Eli moaned from the other couch. “Why do I feel like I got hit by a glitter truck?” “Because you ate three bags of gummy worms and used me as a pillow,” Ty mumbled, voice raspy with sleep. “You’re warm,” Eli muttered before flopping over again. Beside me, Aiden stirred. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he slowly opened his eyes. Sleepy. Warm. And somehow still hot. “Morning,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

Then Liam towered above, eyes aflame, his hand swinging down to shatter my jaw. I jolted awake, drenched in sweat, my heart thundering like a storm. The room was murky, the torch's light leaping erratically. I lay there, panting, the nightmare's grip still embedded deep—my children's wails, Liam's fury. I couldn't shake it off, each labored breath a torment. A soft rap at the door startled me, my pulse skyrocketing. What the hell was this, right in the dead of night?

Still, I barely even paused before I turned to the Nightmare eyes, not even bothering to close my eyes as I surrounded them with my illusions. They would turn pure black when I used my abilities, so I closed my eyes so as not to scare anyone. I didn’t care about scaring whoever was watching us with those damned eyes. Actually, I can think of a lot worse things that I want to do to them. Instead, I watched as the Nightmare Eyes got overwhelmed by my illusions and smashed into each other. I didn’t bother to turn around the face the four of them, knowing I wouldn’t actually be able to leave once I saw Aiden.

8:54 AM. Harmon leaned back. Chair creaked. Looked at grandkid photo. Then at me. “My granddaughter,” Harmon said. Quiet. Not judge. Human. “Lily. 5. She had nightmares. Last month. About a man in her window. There was no man. But she believed it. So I slept on her floor. 3 AM. 4 AM. 5 AM. Until she didn’t believe it anymore. That’s what 3 AM means. Isn’t it.”

Danielle woke with a scream trapped in her throat. Her body jerked against the sheets as sweat clung to her skin. “No!” She sat up fast, breathing hard. The room was dark except for the pale moonlight slipping through the curtains. Her heart pounded violently in her chest as she grabbed at herself, trying to steady it. Another nightmare. The third one this week. With shaking hands, she reached for the bedside lamp and switched it on. Warm light flooded the room. Empty.

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.