Monix Little Nightmares Novels & Stories

I’m your nightmare. I quickly turned around ready to leave this alley when I bumped into a hard toned chest. Looking up I felt my heart sink deeper into my stomach as I felt color drain from my face. I paled as I felt a strong fatigue coming. “Did you miss me bunny” the same voice that was behind the shadows said but this time I could see his full face and the sight of him made me nauseous, my dread, what I had always feared had returned. Leo Miller.

he said with a disturbed look. " Even if a Luna wolf is supposed to be on you, it isn't supposed to be on your chest. It is on your left arm" Milan said, still confused. " Yes I know but what's going on? " He asked. What he didn't tell Milan was that sometimes the wolf glows and it gives him pain in the chest. Adrian was having a terrible nightmare when he woke up with an excruciating pain on his chest. He felt something moving in it and when he touched it, it gave him a spark. Looking into the mirror, he saw the wolf. He was so terrified even at the beauty of the wolf. This he didn't tell Milan

What horrifying apparition awaited us in this cursed valley? A chilling wind swept through the air, carrying with it the echoes of tormented whispers. Suddenly, a figure materialized before us, their form twisted and contorted, an embodiment of nightmares. I clutched Malachi's hand tighter, my voice trembling as I whispered, "What... what is that?" The figure grinned, revealing jagged teeth that glimmered with an unholy light. "I am your worst nightmare come to life," it rasped, its voice dripping with venomous delight. "Prepare to face the darkness within yourselves."

“I will put up a hiring sign tomorrow then I will tell you when we start the interview.” I nodded. “Okay.” After we ate, I washed the dishes alone while Mira took a half bath. And when I got into my bedroom, I saw her sitting in my bed while staring at the screen of my television where her favorite horror film was playing. Though, the movie still pauses as she waits for me. Aside from resting, that is the only thing that she loves to do here whenever she sleepsovers here. She glared at me. “What took you so long?” she complained. She started playing the movie and focused there. I don’t really understand why she loves watching horror movies but she can’t stand watching them alone.

ORSON’S POV Elora Amoh! The name had replayed in my head for years. For so many years. It stuck in my mind like that incident—the beautiful, innocent little Elora who would never hurt a bee. For so long, I had stayed in the shadows, watching her like a hawk, the guilt from years before threatening to tear my heart apart.

Soon, it was just my mom, my dad, and me, the three of us trapped in a bubble of unspoken truths and hidden anxieties. "Olivia," my mom called out, her voice soft but firm. She reached into her purse and pulled out a delicate silver chain, a small, intricately carved fox pendant dangling from it. "Lisa told me you've been having endless nightmares, even during the day. Is there something bothering you?" Her words were like a key unlocking a floodgate of fear and confusion. The nightmares…they were more than just dreams. They were fragments of another life, another self, struggling to break free.

It wasn't time to claim him yet. I saved clips of him practicing blowjobs on a banana, because he was scared of how his first hook-up would look. Recorded audio and video clips of August whispering “I miss you.” into the thin air. Sometimes he woke up from nightmares, shaking with no one to comfort him. There were exactly three hundred and fourteen clips of his nightmares saved, fifty-six clips of him jerking off, and forty-seven clips of August practicing blow jobs on Bananas. I always looked forward to watching the feeds my drones had collected at the end of the day.

"Peggy, I called you in today to discuss the details of your report." Just that one sentence from the nightmarish voice was enough to summon the fear that had haunted my countless midnight awakenings. I hid the knife behind me and turned around. It was Wyatt, but not the man from my memories. This Wyatt looked more like a monster born from my fear. His face sagged crookedly, drool trickled from the corners of his twisted lips, and his bulging eyes burned bright and deranged. I took two steps back. I should have seen it sooner from the gentle ghosts, familiar classroom, detailed clues… Everything had gone way too smoothly.

If it is a girl Ma Vista, the child will start having nightmares at the age of 16, some develop a bit later than that and their nightmares finishes in the middle of their 17th year. Suddenly we are at the bottom of the website and its over, that’s all the information were going to get out of it. I look at Ash the bit about meeting the other Ma Vista has never happened before. Now we know we are the last creatures of the light, so to destroy these monsters we have to do it, because if we don’t win, if they win the world will suffer and eventually the monsters will rule the world with the master. Until they became bored of him and this time when he dies, he won’t be reincarnated because there

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,