Little Nightmares Characters Name Novels & Stories

The nightmares did not stop. Every night, the ghosts came. My mother, her face twisted into a mask of shadow, her voice accusing. Kaelen, his eyes black, his hands reaching for my throat, his fingers cold. Lorna, her white hair wild, her crown of thorns dripping blood that sizzled where it touched the floor. Marcus, laughing, always laughing, his black eyes watching me from the corners of my dreams, his voice whispering that I would never be free.

He promised to be back in three days. While all this was going on, Aiden was having trouble sleeping. Ever since Anita called him Damien, he had been having trouble sleeping. Every night, he was tormented with vivid images of him that wasn't him. He understood that it was the past he used to dream about and the one Anita walked him through. In these dreams, everyone called him Damien, but he didn't feel like he owned that name. He would see a girl crying in front of him and another girl begging him to save him. In another, it was his lookalike that lay either dead or unconscious beside him.

“After you finish eating, get some rest. A long journey awaits us in the morning.” Ayla glanced at the bed. “It’s hard to rest when you have nightmares.” “You have nightmares?” he asked. Her gaze found his. “Sometimes. Do you?” He nodded. “What are your nightmares about?” They ate in silence for a while before Ayla replied. “Galian. My father. The death of my mother and grandmother. But the most frightening thing is a scream I keep hearing. And you?” Rhobart clenched his jaw. “Dinner is not the right place to talk about my nightmares.”

The image of Luna Tina's body, on the floor, in a pool of blood was one of the scenes that played in my nightmares over and over again. The distressed and horrifying look on both alpha Jerry and Christina's face was etched in my mind, fuelling my nightmares. In some of my nightmares, alpha Jerry would yell at me, say all sorts of profanities to me. In one, he killed, using a sword to stab through my chest.

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 jolted awake, trembling violently as cold sweat clung to my skin. A nightmare. Only a nightmare… though Hazel remained strangely restless beneath my skin. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Dominic crossed the room in seconds, concern darkening his expression. He was beside me before I could steady my breathing, his hand closing around mine. "Are you hurt, Natalia?" "I heard you from the room beside yours.” I turned my gaze to him as I regained my composure. "I–I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face.

“I’m not sure. It was a long time ago, princess. But Lyse Galno was the character name she always used when she made up stories. They added to your nightmares, so I asked Gram to stick the stories specific to your age.” “Why did I have such bad dreams? Is it genetic?” I ask, hoping my dad can enlighten me. There is a pause then my dad says, “I’m not sure, princess. We can talk more this weekend. I need to go check on your mom.” We say goodbye and get off the phone. My mind races about the chances of my grandmother’s go-to character name also being in one of Taran’s spellbooks. Gram was creative, but the coincidence of the names is bazaar. Maybe my dad and I are remembering the name wrong.

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.

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.

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.