Marionette Nightmare Novels & Stories

Her wound was bandaged and I calmed seeing that no one else was going to drink blood here. Again and again, all my aunts followed suit. Finally Sabrina was finished. She was the last one. Nick then looked at my cousins and Uncles. "They won't be able to do the spell. They can't know the words and they have no magic." I said to him and he frowned. "What about the little girl?" he questioned. "Marie is only nine. She won't have any power yet." I answered. "They are only human. They couldn't harm us." Locke arrogantly spoke up.

It's like an attempt to rid myself of the unwanted tie, but the mark stays. Overwhelmed with helplessness, I stand there, naked and defeated. Tears stream down my face as I grapple with the harsh reality of my life. I let out a scream as the room echoes my cries, filled with misery and confusion. At that moment, I feel the weight of my past and the uncertainty of my future. The shocking revelation about my mother's survival, the conversation with my uncle, and his demand for me to bear the Lycan King's child within six months.

I looked down at my hands, afraid I would start sobbing again. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled. “I don’t even know your name.” A small, almost shy smile touched his lips. It transformed his face, making him look younger. “Marcus. My name is Marcus.” “Thank you, Marcus,” I said, feeling his name on my tongue. It suited him. Strong. Solid. He nodded. Then he added, “Marcus Wilson.” The air left the room. I stared at him. The world tilted on its axis. Thorne.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

Rolling my eyes in awe and disgust, I placed my hand on his chest and pushed backward to create some space because I had no idea what this psycho was capable of. I was at least glad he wasn’t grabbing my hand forcefully. “You! What sort of silly jo—” “Marry me, Elora. I can save you.” He whispered in a low tone. “Save..You talk about saving. You men are nothing but monsters!” I thundered, the ripping pain in my chest accompanied by boiling rage. “You-” I don’t wait for his response before storming away. Each step dug a deeper hole in my heart as I thought of the uncertainty of the future.

A few seconds later the simple door was opened by a handsome man whom Alessandro knew as Zephyr's servant. “Where's Zephyr? I need to meet him!" explained the prince before being asked by the person. “Lord Zephyr is going to the cave with Marion. They are looking for medicinal plants. What do you need with them?” "When are they coming back?" "Maybe soon—ah there they are!" explained the person then ran towards Marion and his master who was carrying a large basket filled with medicinal plants, poisons and fungi that they can eat like people in general. Marion was indeed the undead. She couldn't have babies or eat the food people used to eat. But sometimes she does things that she deems necess

Declares a shouting woman's voice. They all freeze and stare at her beautiful face with her seductive blue eyes that match the complexion of lady Benerice. "I, Marionette, wishes to join the competition." "Foolish! Why would you join! Tell me, did you reject Viscount Kurt?" The Prince snarls at her in fury as he clenches his hand to a fist. "I, Marionette, rejected Viscount Kurt, who shares the same birthday of my loving Prince, for I do not wish to be his mate." She announces to the crowd as they all wheeze at her phrase because no one wishes to be rejected by their mate.

Erin retorts. “If it is a trap,” Marion cuts in, “it will reveal Dante and Amelia’s treachery and provide us with our next targets. However, I have more tests to run with Amelia tonight – alone.” Sebastian and Erin both nod, taking the hint and turning to leave. “I’ll see you both back here at dawn,” Marion calls after them. Then they’re gone, the tent flaps dropping behind them. I turn to face Marion. My mother. “You must be thirsty after your travels,” she says. “Here, have my water. I’ll fetch another glass for myself.”

But every lead ended in disappointment. As night fell, Marina collapsed onto a bench, exhausted and defeated. She felt like she was losing her mind like her memories were false and her reality was crumbling. But then, a whisper in her ear: "Marina, I'm here." She spun around her heart racing. Aiden! But there was no one there. The whisper seemed to come from within her mind. Was she going crazy? Marina's eyes filled with tears as she realized she might never find the truth. She might be trapped in this living nightmare forever.

Marina had been spying on Brianna the last few days and every time she came home, Marina noticed a shadow had been following her. At night when she lays in bed she pretends the shadow transforms into a man and makes love to her. Pathetic, right? But ever since Grayson found his mate, her fantasies about him weren’t giving her the same satisfaction.