Little Nightmares Characters Name Novels & Stories

"Mama, there's a girl in the pack—Mira's little sister. She's been having nightmares ever since the battle. Really bad ones. She won't talk to anyone." Elara's heart clenched. "Where is she?" Luna led her to a small cabin at the edge of the territory. Inside, a young girl huddled in a corner, her eyes wide with fear. She was maybe seven years old, thin and pale, her dark hair tangled. "Hey." Elara knelt slowly, keeping her distance. "I'm Elara. I'm a healer. Luna said you've been having some scary dreams." The girl nodded, not speaking.

Nicole muttered. Nicole sat up in her bed, realizing it was just a terrible nightmare. She glanced over at her hello kitty digital clock on her beside table as she saw it was only 4 am. She sighed in relief as she laid back down on her pillow as a small grin came upon her lips once she remembered that she had a play date with the guys in the morning. There's a quote : 'My only nightmare is loosing you.' Nicole couldn't care to think of what it would be like if her nightmare became reality; she shuddered at the simple thought of it.

she said and I sighed. "Come on, Aria. You can talk to me about anything, you know" I said and she sighed. "I--I had a nightmare last night" she said, her voice shaky. "A nightmare?" "It was really scary and for a moment, I thought it was real" she breathed. "What was it about?" I asked, cautiously. "I saw a woman in my dream, except she didn't seem to be an ordinary woman. She had strange colored eyes and she said her name was Hera"

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."

I had nightmares in the first few years, but they faded as I got into high school. Finally, my thoughts drift to my mom and dad as they get up to grab the last glass of orange juice from the fridge. I sigh and say, “Spot, we need to go to the store tomorrow before work, buddy.” I grab some water for him and head to my room. Exhaustion finally catches up with me. I take a few sips of the cold juice, place it on the nightstand, and drift off to sleep. Once again, nightmares take over, but this time, it’s not just mom there; Luciano is also present.

Solemnly, I swept my gaze across the circle of grotesque and terrifying, yet strangely harmless faces of the ghosts, one by one. Under the barrage of "Human, come cuddle!" inner voices, I admitted defeat. A clingy human wasn't scary, but a clingy ghost was. A whole classroom of clingy ghosts was an absolute nightmare! I took a steadying breath, picked up the notebook, and resumed searching for more clues. The notebook's owner was named Peggy Clark. Her handwriting was neat and pretty, and for some reason, it felt vaguely familiar.

Lucas appeared in the doorway then, rubbing his sleepy eyes and carrying his favorite stuffed animal. "Daddy? Mama? I couldn't sleep," he said, his small voice sounding vulnerable as he looked at us, his hands clenched tight on his stuffed animal. He didn't say anything but I knew that he had suffered from a nightmare and if I knew Lucas, it was probably one where he was helpless to save his Mama from Amy given the day's event. "Come here, little man," I said, scooping him up into my arms. "Want to sit with us for a little while?"

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.

There was too many of them. I stared desperately from the shifting fog back to the Erelim again. Fear engulfed me. Pushed my face into the pillow. I screwed my eyes tight shut. 'Once a King or Queen of Narnia, Casey Brogan', whispered Mr Tumnus, slipping his warm hand into mine, 'always a King or Queen of Narnia.' My eyes flew open.

Kit replied with a smile. “And that is?” Jenny prompted. “They will be Jaxon Alexander Akechi and Mason Alexander Akechi.” Kit said. “You helped Stacey with her naming the monster, didn’t you?” Jenny asked surprised that Kit would have the names picked out well in advance. She remembered that Kit had been over their other sisters house many times the last few months. Kit had helped in the beginning of trying to find something the two people could agree on. She realized after about three weeks, it was hopeless, but in the meantime, she had found some names that she had liked if the chance ever arose to have her own child.