Night Mare The World Novels & Stories

He wondered about that, with little tears in his eyes as he drove away, wishing things could be better than it was, then maybe, perhaps things wouldn't have come to this. Angela would lay on the bed tired with tears in her eye, it was sunset and she didn't go anywhere throughout the days just layed on her bed, she kept replaying Leo's words like a broken record each of his insult piercing her heart, then a striking pain hits her spine accompanied with a burning heat, she screams and all, (it was the day where all mated wolves would get their wolf form, so She was undergoing the process make this scene as long and excruciating as possible. What made it even crazier is that it was a full moon

The night was high in the sky as she watched the moon she so adored. How things had changed in not even a few days! She should be falling asleep but his smell was everywhere. Her thoughts were fuzzy with the memory of his eyes and his lip and her embarrassment. So close, a few inches and she would have felt those plum lips on hers, and how badly she wanted that wasn't human. You are not human, stupid. His odor enveloped her in a tight embrace, surrounding her with a calmness, a stillness she had not felt in a while before falling into a world of dreams.

A voice echoed across the battlefield, ancient and powerful: "The White Luna shall rise when the world stands at the brink. She will unite the children of night and moon, or she will destroy them all. The choice is hers, and hers alone." The white wolf turned to look at me, and I saw my own face reflected in those silver-blue eyes. Then it lunged. I woke up screaming, my hands clutched to my chest, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. My alarm clock read 3:47 AM. Isabella was pounding on the wall from her room next door. "Maya? You okay?" "Fine!" I called back, my voice shaky. "Just a nightmare!" "That's the third one this week! You sure you don't want to talk about it?"

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.

The name Nightwalker, was the name Lucas Grandfather Otto was called, he had the ability to run fast and his reflexes during combat was astonishing but at night, he always fought off preying werewolves and took them by surprise at night, and when the split happened, he took his people and created the Nightwalker Pack. Louis was growling and in defense mood, ready to attack anyone of the elders, the circling stopped and the elders stretched forth their spears towards him, Reginald approached him slowly holding the spear in his left hand and the moon stone in the other, the moon stone was a relic from his father, it had been passed on to him by his ancestors. It was said that the moon stone wa

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.

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: