Little Nightmares Art Book Novels & Stories

It came as a reminder of the solitude that I had enveloped myself in for the past few days. My reflection seemed to question me, our eyes seeking answers to the questions that swirled in my head. The room was so quiet that I feared that breathing would disrupt it's appeal. I hesitated before breaking the silence, my voice a mere whisper as I addressed my reflection and the stark quiet. "It was just a dream," I whispered. It was my way of comforting myself. It was an attempt to erase the residual discomfort. Why did the night continue to unleash it's demons on me? Why did these demons linger even in the daylight? The nightmares clung to my sleep and replayed themselves over and over like ghos

I didn’t need anyone finding out about this meeting. “No, I covered my tracks.” I followed Rook to a spot where he had hidden our two Nightmares. Nightmares are demonic horses that are black with manes and tails made of fire, their eyes are red and unless you are a demon, I wouldn’t recommend touching one. One touch from a nightmare could make you have horrific dreams for the rest of your life. They fed off fear and loved to torment the living. I mounted Amdis, my Nightmare. I've had had him since I was young, and he was loyal. The only one who could ride him was me. If another tried, they would end up seriously injured.

NADINE My entire sleep was riddled with nightmares of a one-eyed wolf with thinning fur snarling fiercely at me. I was too shocked to move and kept screaming until it was dragged away by a huge wolf and flung into the darkness. The nightmare kept replaying over and over and I had no idea when it stopped.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

-I'll fight my fears, Jay, I'll do it for you -I walked over and sat to the side across from him- I promise you my monsters won't defeat me. I realized that what he said was true, I had died in my sleep, one of my fears was to sleep and be trapped in one of my nightmares, not knowing what was real or not. This thing I was living was like a very bad nightmare. And there were monsters lurking: Death, damned souls, and God knows what else I'd be about to discover. Once upon a time a girl was trapped in a nightmare with many monsters to face, Once upon a time a girl was afraid of the dark, demons were about to cross over.

Zach's face turned a beet red as he glared at Julie and started eating his food and Art couldn't help but laugh at his best friend. The night was beautiful and the moon was almost getting full, back again. Art leaned against his windows and stared at Aurora's room. The windows were open, but it was dark-she must have slept. He sighed. He had planned to talk with her about why she acted that way at school, but she didn't came with Kristy today. He closed his windows, and opened his notebook that was full of his sketches-sketches from his nightmares. He stared at the eyes of the drowning girl and sighed. He could see all the dreams, so clearly, even after years, even without his sketches. It w

Stella replied quickly feeling shy already. Later at night David heard some uncomfortable sound and decided to raise his heard and see what's happening. He saw Stella having a nightmare. "No... No... No... Mom, Dad wake up don't go please... don't leave me here alone please..." David heard everything and was confused as to why she was mentioning her parents names. "Did they abandon her... no if they did she wouldn't be running their company. What really happened to her then."David couldn't place the two together because he once overhead the nurses conversing about her nightmare always mentioning her parents names. He was still thinking when he felt a tight squeeze on his hand and decided to

Toys lay scattered everywhere, abandoned, and age had dulled all the colors or peeled them off completely. Though I didn't spend more than a couple of weeks here, it was actually the best couple of weeks of my life back then. That was, of course until he gave me to the Nightmare Master. Instantly, I brushed that thought out of my head, refusing to think about that time. It wasn't a good time, and dwelling on it would only bring up memories that I really didn't want to face. Instead, I focused on glitch who we're staying at some pieces of paper taped to one of the walls. The one he was looking at was a picture of a kid with the words dead written across it.

But whenever I have someone beside me since Miracle and Aasiyah are often asked to sleep beside me, I can sleep with the light off. And they don’t have to open all the lights around the house. Just inside my room is enough. And I also stopped barricading my balcony door. I took out my thick curtain and replaced it with something nice but the grills remained for added security. Slowly, I am finally getting back my sense of safety inside our own house. The nightmares have stopped coming to me but that doesn’t mean that I forgot what happened and it is already gone. I am still scared and it is not something that I can just erase in my memories.

"I decorated it myself; do you like it?" Of course, she didn't, but she nodded anyway, not to hurt his feelings. He had indeed decorated the room to his taste. "Don’t you have nightmares when you sleep in this room?" She inquired as she peered at him. Shaking his head in negativity, he glanced at her. "Nope, I sleep peacefully." "Quite odd." "You can have a bath if you want; I will call my personal assistant to get you some nightwear." "It's still afternoon," she reminded him.