Little Nightmares Art Book Novels & Stories

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.

Lexi It has been two weeks since the nightmares started and now they come every night. Tonight is no different. It starts off pleasant. Memories of my grandma and my parents. Days having fun on the beach collecting shells and swimming. My fifth birthday party with everyone I love around and alive. It flows through my mind like an old home movie. I’m at peace and happy. The peace doesn't last long. The memories fade to pitch black. Glowing neon yellow and red eyes and razor sharp fangs with no face appear.

I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face. "Nightmares do not make wolves sound like they're dying. This…sounded as though you were fighting for your life. Tell me, what was it?" His expression stiffened as his brows pulled into a frown. I looked at him, but the look in his eyes told me he would not let this go. I sighed and shifted against the bed while he settled beside me. "Would you believe me if I told you some nightmares are memories?” Dominic's brows knitted together in confusion.

There were faint dark circles under his eyes, and there was a probing look in the way he watched me. "Did you sleep okay last night?" he asked. I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "Not really. I had a nightmare." "What did you dream about?" I looked at him, my eyes wide, innocent, and confused. "I dreamed about your brother, but it felt like he actually came by and kissed me." "Dante's" body went rigid, and his eyes behind his glasses narrowed sharply. "Are you sure it was a dream?" "I guess…" I said, sounding uncertain. "It just felt so real. He reeked of alcohol."

Mom and Dad will come to me and let me sleep in their room. Yuan said that I should not be afraid of Nightmare because it visits the ones who are scared of it. He said that if I became brave to sleep alone, Nightmare won’t visit me. When I was eight, he gave me his favorite stuffed toy. He said it protects him from Nightmare and if I sleep with the teddy bear, Nightmare will not come to me. I don’t know what happened because his teddy bear suddenly lost its magic to protect me from Nightmare.

“Quiet and calm environment?! thought Vlad. - Wow definition! I would like his iron nerves. Although, probably, in a past life he did not happen to be in such alterations. Remember only that dream of mine about the siege. After all, he slept somehow for two weeks to the sounds of incessant shelling, with the constant thought that there was nowhere to retreat. And nothing, he looked so cheerful at the end. A small, palm-sized, format book, open towards the end, lay on the table. From the page looked mythical monsters depicted along the entire perimeter of the fields, intricately intertwined with each other, either in a fight, or copulating. The yellowish-brown paper obviously remembered more

I asked and he nodded. I crawled in his bed and he held me. I felt safe and finally fell asleep. Saturday Dad was still sound asleep when I woke. I got up and made breakfast. After eating, I checked the radio. It was almost all static. I was about to give up when I heard a voice. "If any human can hear this, stay hidden. All the legends are real. Vampires, Werewolves, everything. They are capturing us in the streets. Stay hidden no matter what"

I asked, confused. “Of course. So whenever you remember, you can use this,” she said, handing me a sketchbook. “I heard you have amazing art skills. Whenever you remember something new, pencil it here and bring it during our next session.” It was like I gained a new hobby. Sleep had become a strange place—too vivid to be peaceful, too real to dismiss. Every night, I dreamt of things I couldn’t explain. Sometimes a dimly lit office—glass walls, a flower garden, a waterfall. And just when I got comfortable, I saw it—the dreadful night from my childhood. Everywhere was on fire.

The way the waters dance with the waves and how the sea makes the crashing sound as soon as it reaches the shore are profoundly miraculous when it comes to finding calmness and peace with your bothering thoughts. I have finally finished the sketchbook that I was supposed to give to Harry but I ran out of time and wasn’t able to give it. I finally finished filling everything in with the memories that I have spent with him and it makes me sad yet it makes me cherish those times we were together. I even included the eerie dreams I have had a week ago and I don’t think I will ever forget those horrible nightmares because it never felt so real when I woke up from it and how my heart felt tremendo

But Papa went pale when he saw it. Mama burned sage in every room. She didn’t stop until Liliana fell asleep coughing from the smoke. Even the younger pups in the pack—kids my age and under—started having nightmares. I heard them whispering during training. About things scratching under their beds. Whispers that said their names. One kid tried to draw a sigil he saw in his dream. He carved it into a tree near the mess hall. The bark bled. They had to burn the tree.