Marionette Nightmare Novels & Stories

“What happened, Mrs Jackson. How did you get on the floor?” Oh. Right. My first night in the mansion obviously hadn’t been good. When we got back from the dinner, I was already prepared for the nightmares I was going to have that night. But that didn’t happen, because I couldn’t even manage to go to sleep. I had tossed and turned for hours in my new big bed for hours, before accepting that that was my fate for the night. So I took the comforter off the bed and placed it on the floor and decided to lie there, reading more of what I could of the contract until I fell asleep along the line, probably around five am because that was the last time I remembered checking my phone and yeah… Here we w

Maris was in a deep slumber on her average sized bed as the sun smiled on planet Earth. Her face was covered in sweat and her sheets were rumpled. She struggled on the bed like she was fighting. Her head moved from left to right, hinting at a bad dream. Maris stood in the middle of some naked men with the body of half a human and half a wolf beside her. She was confused. Was she still in a nightmare? Hadn't she been saved by some blue eyed god?

Furthermore, Abyss had shot Nathaniel dead while he was protecting her. The bright red blood caused Mango to scream in fear and she was immediately jolted awake from her nightmare.? Then, Queena quickly put away her things and she calmed her turbulent emotions.? "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Queena's voice was steady, but her hands were trembling.? Then, Mango glanced at Queena, and then she realized where she was. "Yeah... I just had a nightmare, and it was scary as hell!"? Next, Mango patted herself on the chest like a child before she suddenly realized how mentally retarded was she. Then, she put her hand down sheepishly and giggled at Queena.?

The following morning, Marie's bedroom curtains let in the pale light of dawn, which left the walls in long shadows. Her mind continued to replay the events in vivid detail, and she was still shaken from the nightmare. Each time she closed her eyes, she saw Howard's twisted smile as he watched her struggle, her father’s terrified face and the quicksand engulfing him. The nightmares' oppressive sensation persisted, and Marie couldn’t get rid of the feeling that something was seriously amiss. She was unable to remain in that space any longer. Because of the nightmares' lingering effects, the air felt too dense and heavy. Her legs felt wobbly as she got out of bed, and her heart was beating so

Later, Betty tiptoed out of the room after making sure that Caroline was fast asleep. But Caroline opened her eyes right after the door to her room was shut. She couldn't sleep. Whenever she closed her eyes, the image of Marietta lying in a pool of blood in a bathtub while staring at her flashed in her mind. Caroline could even hear Marietta mumbling, "Help … Help me …" Caroline had no idea why she would have a nightmare like that, but her heart couldn't stop beating wildly right now. She felt as if something awful had happened to Marietta.

Jax flinched before catching himself and masking it with violence. For once, I didn’t blame him. This wasn’t wolves. Or soldiers. This was every nightmare that crawled up from the grave because someone invited it. The sound of the undead scraping across polished flooring made my bones itch. It wasn’t right. None of this was right. Marie tilted her head at Jax, eyes glinting like she’d just found a shiny new toy. “Pretty boy,” she said, lips unmoving, voice through the speakers anyway. “You will serve.”

I was chosen by the Moon Goddess to be Alpha Ryan Larson's mate, but he never acknowledged it. On my birthday, a group of rogues dragged me into an underground cellar. I was tossed onto a floor covered in wolfsbane. The toxic fumes ate into my lungs and organs. The pain was unbearable. "Start a mind-link with your Alpha." The rogue leader kicked me in the ribs. "Let him hear how much it hurts." I clenched my jaw and shook my head.

Rosetta sneers, her red face almost comical. Something warm and sticky hit the back of my neck. The stench drifts into my nostrils. It's an egg. The edge yolk trickles down my back before dropping to the ground. I angle my neck and glare at the culprit who only smirks in return. “Oops, I didn't see you there,” Marionette says, faking innocence but the mirth in her eyes is anything but. “Maybe I didn't see you because you are insignificant.” They erupt into synchronized giggles like she just made the joke of the century.

I raised my hands in mock surrender. You’re taking too long,” Arnold chimed in, and before either of them could argue, he walked over, plucked both DVDs from their hands, and held them up like a judge holding evidence. They immediately stood too, eyeing him like he’d committed a crime. “We’ll just watch both,” he said, as if explaining basic math to toddlers. “Start with horror, end with romance. We have all night.” “I don’t know how you didn’t think of that,” he added as he slid the horror movie into the player. “Now sit down before I revoke your movie privileges.”

At that time, the sun had still been up, but now night had finally fallen, and everything was ready. Marcus had been away from the pack for some time to settle personal matters after rescuing my mate during the rogues’ attack nearly a month ago. That attack happened at my first mansion, and even now, the memory still brought anger and guilt into my chest. I could never forget how close I had come to losing my mate that day. Now Marcus was back, and his return could not have come at a better time because I needed him for this mission. I reached for the sling bag I had prepared earlier and wore it over my shoulder. Inside were the vial potions Shantel had made.