Night Mare The World Novels & Stories

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

“What?” “Nightmares.” Dominic said. He could hear the unease in Paul’s voice as he said this one word. The initial thought: black horse, red eyes, fire-breathing. That’s just one of many versions. These monsters were gatekeepers of a sort. Meant to keep shifters in their place. Not just shifters, vampires, druids, and other creatures. Nightmares are more of a catch-all name for a creature used to hunt the slave species who rebelled against their Fae overlords. The slave species trapped their Fae overlords in their home realm or dimension. It depends on the story and generation you read how it’s defined. Mages are finding magic and science-based documents now on what happened. They aim to rea

Emelia Lane ‘s POV I live in a distant town. This is a place called “The Midnight Empire”. It is a place governed by werewolves. We do not have the Internet here. Even the highways are under the werewolves’ control. We can not get in touch with the outside world or ask them for help. No one in the outside world knows our stories.

If Lauren actually tried to assert herself, Miranda would melt into the ground. Like the Wicked Witch of the West in the old movie. She could see Miranda being swallowed up, her fancy Jordache jeans and cheerleader-high ponytail disappearing while her voice feebly croaked, “I’m melting, I’m melting.” Swallowed up by darkness, Lauren thought, and then wondered where the thought had come from. She shivered, because it was full of malice, and she didn’t think that malice was her own. There’s someone out in the woods.

They fall asleep together on the grass floor with the Moon goddess keeping watch over them. Adrian wakes up first, he stretches his body languidly. Learning to control transformations at full moons is a mastery, one that is known to him. For this reason, he can wake up the morning after a full moon and not wonder what havoc he may or may not have wreaked the previous night. Although, there are certain unaccountable scenarios where his true nature shows who still has the upper hand. He's about to get up when he hears a feminine sleepy whimper. He turns around and it's the annoying tyrant that he gave a brush down the other day. He looks at her closely and sees love bites on her neck where her

I hear squeaks and squelches and something akin to farts. Dierdre giggles after some time and turns to me, “It seems that the Bodkins think you are a king of some sort. Perhaps this journey will be far more entertaining. They might even put on a show if we remain in their land for long. They will be able to illuminate themselves and while they perform the Night Mares will keep their distance.” “Nightmares?” I ask. “Night Mares. They are black horses with sharp teeth and the ability to trap you in nightmares, or trap your soul and whisk it away. I have seen them and they can not trap me, but the stuff I see haunts my sleep for weeks after,” Deirdre replies.

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.

We enjoyed our company_our haven of peace, even if it was for a little while. I didn't realize that I had drifted into a nap. “I was lying on a cold, hard bed. It was cold, just too cold. I kept turning and tossing, only to wake up in a murky room. It was so dark that I felt blind, voices whispered in an eerie tone. I felt goosebumps on the back of my neck, I was scared and alone. Just when I felt I couldn't bear the whispers that tormented me, I heard my father's voice:

Alexis asked. "In our world, you can't see the sun, just the moon. It is very dark because of black magic, princess." Yuka answered. "Our world is for all of the creatures of the night like demons, vampires, werewolves, and more." "There is another world like ours and they call it as Dark World. In that world, there is only one castle and it is called as Dark Hotel." "Dark Hotel?" – Alexis. "Yes. Dark Hotel – it is for all of the different creatures. All of them are welcome there without any discrimination." Yuka explained.

The fate of the world was in my hands currently, and I couldn’t fail my mission. The nether was just as unfriendly as I remembered it. The middle world was a place of darkness, the only flickers of light and life came from the visions of dreams. Dreams were rare and few these days, mostly the nether was filled with nightmares, beasts that lived off of fear and hatred, it was these nightmares that brought chills down my back as I thought of the horrible creatures in charge of the nether. I had managed to evade them once and slip out of their grasps, but I worried if I met them now, there would be no escape for me, they’d put me into an eternal slumber, slowly sucking out my life expectancy wi