Night Mare The World Novels & Stories

Everything was strange. The woman raised on her feet and pulled back towards the bed, and then sat on it. She ignored Roman for a couple of seconds as she pulled off her boots. "Moonmare." She replied, barely aloud. "You're familiar with nightmares right? It's almost the same as this one. The difference is that it isn't night… it's the Moon." Her mind seemed to hover as she rotated the little pointing wood in her palm absentmindedly. "Nightmare ends once dawn comes, but Moonmare doesn't." She regained herself and cackled. "I named it myself." A smug glint appeared in her eyes. "What do you think?"

E. The Starlians have been at war with the Nightmares for Generations and are currently at a stalemate at Heavens Fall Realm. This realm has been ravaged by a 500 years war between the Nightmares and Starlians. The forces of Nightmares are described as beings covered with pitch black aura and have very good reflexes, smart and cunning. The Nightmares have learned to adapt and evolve throughout the centuries. This is the reason why the Starlians were pushed back from The Land of Demise all the way to Heavens Fall.

But his Charger was his baby, just like my Harley was mine. I took the lead and River rode beside me, while Cruz followed us. So far, I didn't see any members of Nightshade or anything suspicious, but that wasn't to say that the threat wasn't there. But it was late, and Nightshade had probably finished patrolling for the night. One could only hope. But I refused to live my life in fear. We made a left turn, and the night was gorgeous. Hot already, even though it was nice. But wolf-shifters didn't feel the heat or the cold like humans. The stars were out, but the moon wouldn't be out again until the Summer Solstice in June.

Christian raises his nose into the air and a second later the sound of his howl fills the night, cuts through the night sounds and echo's over the snow. I sit up, my heart beating with want to add my over voice. I raise my nose and howl at the starry sky, adding my voice into the night. Mikki's howl rises into the night, dragging out in a sorrowful tone. Tori's howl arises into the night, high and loud and soon Ash and Ally were singing alone. I lower my nose to breath and spot Carson making her way outside, smiling as she hears us croon into the shadow world. I raise my nose again, unable to stop myself if I wanted too. The need to howl burns through me, only dowsed when I am crying to the

She still saw her dog, still talked to it whenever she followed her dad to the ranch but she wasn't allowed to touch it. Her parents bought her teddy bears to replace him. Usually she would talk to her dog throughout the night and rub its fur while he slept so that she would not have to sleep but now that he was no longer with her, she had to let sleep overwhelm her every night even though she was scared of what she would see that night. Juana rarely wrote down what she dreamt, she just remembered them offhand. Besides, she dreaded writing them because it made her mind sick. Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

As soon as he arrived, he let out his Divine Sense to scan the Dark World. He immediately detected the little bird’s aura. The little bird, Morangorin, was currently in Nightmare Welkin. Nightmare Welkin was one of the Dark World’s Nine Heavens and was also acknowledged as the strongest. The ruler of Nightmare Welkin, Maeve Yarbrough, was recognized as the strongest of the Dark World. He was a Lord that had lived a long time. During the Dark Strife, he was one of those that did not go to the deepest parts of the Unknown Region.

When they reached the ridge overlooking the forest, she froze. The treetops were shaking. Something massive moved beneath them, pushing branches aside. Birds burst upward in frantic clouds. The ground trembled again. “What is it?” Lyra whispered. Cael didn’t answer at first. His gaze was locked on the shifting shadows within the forest—a darkness that moved as if alive. “The Nightmaw,” he said finally. “A creature of the Rift.” Lyra’s heart pounded. “From your world?” “From the space between worlds,” Cael corrected. “They only appear when the Veil weakens.”

Dominic’s POV Darkness had fully settled over the pack grounds by the time I stepped out of the mansion. The night was quiet, and the cool air brushed against my skin as I looked around the territory. Most of the pack members had already gone inside for the night, which was the perfect moment to execute our plan. Earlier that day, I had mind linked Marcus and told him to be prepared. At that time, the sun had still been up, but now night had finally fallen, and everything was ready.

The dark room disappeared, replaced by a terrifying, wide-angle vision of the entire continent, the vast green forests of the werewolf territories stretching out beneath a blood-red sky. "Anna, what's wrong?" Ronald's voice echoed from a distance, his hand gripping my waist in the real world, but his touch felt like a ghost, unable to pull me out of the nightmare flashing behind my eyes. In the vision, a massive, towering wave of pure black ash and corrupted spirit energy was sweeping across the land, moving with a relentless, terrifying speed that swallowed everything in its path. I saw the golden banners of the Bloodstone pack burning in the dirt, their proud warriors reduced to skeletal r