Mono Little Nightmares Novels & Stories

Maybe it was because she was too tired during pregnancy, plus she had blood drawn. Monique fell asleep as she thought about it. In her dream, she chased after a back and kept running. But at the end, the back was gone. When she woke up again, there were two more people in the room. "Mommy, you're awake," a childish child’s voice sounded. Monique opened her eyes and looked into the big clear eyes of Little Nomi. The she shook all over slightly. It was like a different world. There were really parents who didn't want their children in this world.

"Thank you very much. They are both very important to me. I'm sorry I left without your permission that day. Maybe this would have been avoided." "You saved Monica. Maybe it was meant to happen. It also brought us closer to each other." "That's true. Did you handle Sean and Crystal's issues?" "Yes. Everything is in place now. They are happy with their families. Now, back to you. What happened today? Your mom told me." "I have nightmares every time I go to sleep. Today, it was serious. He nearly raped me in my dream. I can't get rid of the nightmares. They bother me a lot," she confided in me.

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 tell myself to find the bad, to find the tainted traces that are not Valen, and get them out. “I believe in you,” Valen whispers. And with his affirmation, I touch the sides of Valen’s head, and I let myself fall down into his mind. It’s dark. So dark. I hear screams. I hear a language I do not recognize. I feel sand all around my body. I see dozens of worlds and various ships. I see Neron blue. I see red blood. I suck in a shallow breath. I press my fingertips tightly into Valen’s temples. I shift in the bed, better balancing myself.

She giggled at the end. “I got into your head so I could fully see your dreams and explain them better to you. You have been having these awful nightmares because you are yet to accept who you are. You have chosen to hurt yourself believing that your father's death was caused by you. That is NOT true. You are blessed with a gift directly given to you by the Moon goddess. It is a gift that will enable you to control the forces of nature, a blessing so volatile that it could be a deadly curse. Take the scepter, it is yours!!”. The last words rang repeatedly in my head, echoing till I blacked out.

Peter Proud smiled, and their visit had proceeded. They chatted for a bit, and the Franklins told him what the problem was and what they hoped to achieve by this session. Lied through their teeth, actually, telling of Michelle’s sleep loss these last several months due to nightmares. Michelle told him how the dreams were keeping her up—haunted dreams of strange and unnatural places, of people she did not recognize . . . to the best of her knowledge anyway. The good doctor had leaned forward with interest, listening, nibbling at the bait which had been dangled so delicately before him.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips, and I let my neck fall backward to the wall and closed my eyes, relieved. My chest heaved up and down. My tank top and my hair were glued to me due to sweat. Suddenly, a wave of drowsiness ran through my body. My eyelids became heavy again. I shook my head and opened my eyes, only to see the room circling around me. Black spots came into my vision and before I knew it, I was falling unconscious again.

Every night I'd wished for them to sing, but now I wished for them to be silent ghosts, nothing but a bad dream. I press the heel of my palms to my closed eyes, cursing the wolves. "I hate you, I hate you all" I hiss, clawing at my hair. One night, that's all it took. One night I had told Irana to tell mum I was gonna be late. I'd been going to a friend's house, but that night, the night I didn't walk home with her and wolves swoop in.

NIGHTMARES. A very bad or frightening dream. Anna was starting to lose count of the number of nightmares she’s been having since Josh’s death but whenever she woke up with one, clearing her head with a jog had been working well on her. She lets out a sigh as she turns sideways to stare at the mini alarm clock she had next to her bed. The time read 6:00 am and she hated the fact that she had to be awake at this early hour of the day.

Just a nightmare. What was happening?