Monstrous Nightmare Novels & Stories

I decide to run but she's screaming in a high-pitched blood-curdling octave, "HELP ME PLEASE!" Unable to leave her, I take out my handgun and snatch the covers off of them. Instantly, I'm frozen in horror! Monique is a bloody pulp of flesh and there's some huge, skinless, rabbit-looking demon devouring her! I'm now screaming for my life, then I wake up! Thank God it was only a nightmare! I'm drenched in sweat. My hair is soaked as if I had taken a shower.

They were a very powerful force to reckon with. As for Nightmares, they were far stronger than Predators. Predators were strong, but a Predator could be taken down by a well-coordinated team of at least 7 Top Level Thrashers. But the same couldn’t be said about Nightmares. Nightmares were so powerful that they could easily dispatch off a Mythic Class, and even the most powerful Mythic Classes weren’t their match! One could recruit 20 Thrashers and send them off to kill a Nightmare, and fail miserably! The best outcome would be that one of the Thrashers escapes the fury of the Nightmare! That was how strong they were. Fortunately, most Nightmares were Mystic Path Warriors. And since that batt

She is just several meters away from the bush and though Midnight was the fastest horse, she doesn't know if they can get away from the army of wolves across them. Narrah waited while trying to control the restless animal. Its hooves are stomping the ground, making a loud noise which is not what Narrah wanted. "Easy...easy buddy..." Narrah's attention was distracted but the menacing growl made her turn to the bush again. She gasped in fear when a huge raven black monster appeared, causing a deafening thunder of her heart. The red-eye monster is staring straight at her, giving her spine chilling fear. Its fur is as black as Midnight, its eyes red as blood, and its mere presence denotes death.

I tighten my grip on David and ask, "Your proclamation—what's the big picture? Where do you see this going? I'm curious, Alpha Nicodra. Do you have any specific ideas regarding how exactly you're going to resurrect our culture?" He lifts his glass to me and says, "I'm happy to hear your interest. My ideas are truly rooted in our conformity to a way of life that was simply not built on the beings we are. Frankly, Brigette, we are not human. In all honesty, we're monsters—at least to them, at least in our physiology." "Monsters," I repeat, tasting the word on my tongue.

I glanced at the window and judging from the weird purple glow outside, it was either mid-morning or I was stuck in some dystopian fever dream with a broken clock. Ha! Great. Can’t believe I just had a steamy, three-way nightmare starring the local psychos. Out of all the people in this monster academy, my subconscious had to pick the two drama twins and the original chain-wearing menace for my first real fantasy? That’s it. I’m done. Someone needs to confiscate my hormones and reboot my brain.

I was startled awake by a commotion in the middle of the night. Amid the darkness, I heard frantic cries of monsters attacking the village. A horde of colossal monsters, jaws dripping with blood, stormed the village. The ground trembled beneath their feet, homes were destroyed, and the villagers scattered in terror. “Monsters! Run!” I recalled that the werewolves defeated these monsters years ago and kept them under lock and key. They must have escaped due to some lapse in security.

I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face. "Nightmares do not make wolves sound like they're dying. This…sounded as though you were fighting for your life. Tell me, what was it?" His expression stiffened as his brows pulled into a frown. I looked at him, but the look in his eyes told me he would not let this go. I sighed and shifted against the bed while he settled beside me. "Would you believe me if I told you some nightmares are memories?” Dominic's brows knitted together in confusion.

“If there’s a single scratch on my body, the entire Chicago would know what kind of monsters you all are.” “When the time comes, you will meet our monsters first,” I snarled. “Keep your empty threats to yourself, Dominic.” She narrowed her eyes. “They don’t scare me anymore; in fact, it’s boring and repetitive.” “If there’s anything worth remembering about you, Sophia, that is, you are an attention-seeking whore. We know the video is fake, and you are desperate. Get to the fucking point. NOW!”

Valerie said as she shuddered. "Yeah. Well, let me get back out there while these are cooking. Don't worry, Val, I'll be careful if that guy comes back in here." "Alright, girl. I'll talk to you later." Tabitha wasn’t going to tell Valerie about the dreams involving Mark. Those were the real nightmares. They had evolved from just him raping her after being with the man she couldn’t see. There were several where he forced himself on her. She shuddered as she thought about those. That was part of her past that she didn’t care to remember.

Oh no, not again. "Fuck!" Erix caused, apparently seeing the mist at the same time I did. "Come on!" Alix shouted, jutting me from my frozen state, but didn't budge, I was strangely suddenly calm and filled with the need to move forward instead, just as the swirling mist expanded and suddenly began dropping six feet tall monsters with hoofs and forked tails, along with other monsters I had never seen before. "Shit!" Erix's voice sounded far away.