Marionette Nightmare Novels & Stories

But her sanity is holding her firmly and tight by the time. “Farah, why do I feel like you are deliberately scaring me about something that I will be having the worst of the darkest nightmare that I could ever have?” “Marie.” “No!” She finally protested. Wide eyes and a bit shaking in anxiety and fear. With the sound that is snapping within her that Farah and Nate heard and loud enough to recognize what could it be.” “Tsk! Farah.” “Nate!” Farah immediately screams, protesting and stopping Nate for pinning Marie down after the two of them are aware and heard the snap which is the first indication that Marie’s mana is turning haywire. The first sullen stage that her real nature and ability as

she rasped, her voice laced with a dangerous edge. The name, a powerful entity in the infernal hierarchy, caused Andro to falter for a brief, but crucial moment. He glanced at Elena, a flicker of unease crossing his demonic features. That moment of hesitation was his undoing. With a silent flick of her wrist, Elena unleashed a torrent of shimmering energy. "Marionette!" she chanted, the word resonating with power. Wispy, translucent strings materialized from thin air, slithering towards Andro like deadly serpents. They coiled around his thrashing form, binding him tightly with an invisible grip.

“Then burn that piece out. Make it yours again.” Simple. Brutal. Very Mara. I almost smiled. The next evening, Mara left with two scouts under the cover of darkness. I stood with Edward on the wall, watching them vanish into the treeline. The forest swallowed them whole, and the silence afterward was deafening. “They’ll make it back,” Edward said firmly, as if daring me to doubt it. I nodded, but unease churned in my gut. Later, when I finally tried to sleep, the nightmares returned. Fire and chains. Aaron’s voice whispering in my ear. His hand on my throat.

She spun back around, the light of her lantern now illuminating the face of Marienne, who grinned at her with creepy, blacked-out eyes. "Remember!" Marienne's voice blared in a menacing tone, right before she vanished into thin air. Visenya let out a piercing scream, terror coursing through her veins. She lost her footing and fell hard on her backside, the lantern shattering into tiny shards of broken glass beside her. Scrambling to her feet, she hurried up the stairs, desperate to escape the horrific pit of doom. But in her panic, she ran headfirst into what she thought was a wall, only it wasn't a wall—it was Lucian standing there at the top of the hole. His eyes bore the weight of guilt a

Her beautiful face, usually serene, now held a tight expression, a glint of coldness flickering in her eyes. The originally gentle melody, tainted by her restless emotions, suddenly turned somber and urgent. Midway through the performance, a piercing scream abruptly interrupted her. Charlotte halted her fingers, rose from the piano, and exited the room. "What's going on again?" she asked irritably. A nearby servant whispered, "Miss, for some reason, Miss Scarlett had another nightmare..." Ever since Scarlett's descent into madness, occasional night terrors haunted her, echoing cries of "murder" throughout the house. It seemed the gruesome scenes from before had left a profound psychological

Then she shrugged her shoulders. "Elena my love, I won't leave you because of that. It disturbs me, but I'm not about to stop loving you because of it. I am frightened of what you are capable of when you have these nightmares though." Marie pointed to the bloody divot in the wall and looked back at Elena. "You almost hit me when I touched you. I ducked and you hit the wall." Elena kissed marie and squeezed her tight. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Marie. I didn't know that happened. I don't remember you touching me. Damien warned me that I'd have nightmares because of what I have done. He said that it might also take years to stop having them."

After that, Marcus stopped trying. Marcus had been convicted of fraud. Nothing violent. He was forty-one, with the tired face of a man who had spent his life avoiding trouble. Prison was supposed to be a brief stop, a lesson. But on his very first night, the nightmares began. From his very first day in prison, Marcus began having nightmares, always the same dream. He dreamed he was walking down a pitch-black alley. The walls were damp, the air thick with the smell of rotting fruit. Far ahead, a single streetlamp flickered, casting a weak yellow circle on the ground. Beneath that light stood a woman in a red dress. Her back was to him. Her hair was long and black, hanging like a curtain. And

Most of our high school friends didn’t even look happy to see me. “Sylvia, today is your wedding anniversary and Greg forgot? Does that mean he still hasn’t gotten over Arias?” someone asked.“They say men never get over their first love,” another added. “Guys please,” someone said, trying to lighten the mood. “Let’s play a game—Spin and Dare!” “Yesss, that sounds fun!” they shouted. The bottle spun and landed right in front of Arias. “I dare you to kiss anybody in this room.”

The light emitting from the mobile screen made him look frightening. “Made the wrong choice, Dorogoy,” Austin… My breathing got heavier as no one said anything. The sound of the eerie night, the crickets and a few hoots of the owls were prominent. Suddenly a bright light blinded me; I waited for my eyes to get adjusted to the sudden brightness then I looked around to find a dozen men wearing night vision glasses and the devil was standing right in front of me with the same glasses as the rest of his men. “I purposely left the door unlocked, unguarded but what do you do when you get the chance? You escaped. Probably the worst choice you made,” He said and hauled me up to stand on my feet but

Noah was getting married to marinda and he lied to me? And just like that my night turned into a real night mare. Can some one please wake me up.