Night Terror How To Train Your Dragon Novels & Stories

"Did you know that dullahans have literal nightmares as steeds? As in the levitating spectral demon horses usually only commanded by the King of Dreams?" I stood up, making a shot for the garbage can with my cup. It bounced off the rim and scared a stray tabby cat. Well if that wasn't a metaphor for this conversation, I don't know what was. "Because I sure as hell didn't when I'd asked him to take me home!" Fun fact: Nightmares are actually very sweet once you get past the teeth. Not so fun fact: They like sudden drops when flying. "Promise. Details," Noelle threatened with a current of magenta magic sparking at her fingers. "Now!"

I jolted awake, trembling violently as cold sweat clung to my skin. A nightmare. Only a nightmare… though Hazel remained strangely restless beneath my skin. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Dominic crossed the room in seconds, concern darkening his expression. He was beside me before I could steady my breathing, his hand closing around mine. "Are you hurt, Natalia?" "I heard you from the room beside yours.” I turned my gaze to him as I regained my composure. "I–I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face.

’ I asked my talented mate. ‘Yes. I’ll place my fingers against your temples, and it will project them. So, just be sure to think about the ones in particular.’ I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to focus on the nightmares. I felt Bellamy’s magic against my temples and remembered several nightmares. I had nightmares damn near every night since I was four. The first nightmare I had when I was four. It was completely dark and freezing. I heard whispers all around me, but I could not make out what they were saying except one phrase. ‘Belong to me.’

My mother's words made me sigh. “What are you doing here?” I asked my mother. “I love that you're around, but I've learned that you show up when you want to say something important.” “You have to be alert at night,” my mother said. “Surprises can rock the boat.” With that sentence she disappeared, and Drago came into the cabin. He looked very tired, and I didn't have to be very smart to know that he had been flying for longer than necessary. “Come to sleep,” I said, and the dragon promptly lay down on the bed, then gave me a kiss and closed his eyes quickly.

She fell into a restless sleep and nightmares took her over. Jesse came into the room later that night to find Renee was still sleeping. He had checked on her several times and every time he had, she was tossing and turning. He had heard her whimpering in her sleep several times. He had threatened her earlier, but he didn’t want to force himself back on her. When his anger was taking him over, it felt good to have her struggle, but he liked it better when she was compliant.

Legend has it they are made out of nightmares—the opposite of unicorns. Because while unicorns usually spread happiness, nightsteeds trick children into getting on their backs. The horse will then fly away and take the child into the forest to never return. "Can I make such an evil creature listen to me? There is only one way to find out..." I closed my eyes, reaching into a void of darkness. Nightsteed, nightsteed. Focus, Matthew. I searched until I found two glowing orbs staring back at me, and I returned to reality, where a black horse is glaring back at me.

I sink into his arms on the bed and I run through the memories that felt so surreal, like it was happening right now. "Night terrors" is all he said. I had never experienced Night terrors before, I didn't understand what they were exactly but I had been having a lot less of them recently but something triggered it tonight. A small voice in my head in the dream, I can't picture it though it felt as though I have heard that voice before like it's suppose to be familiar to me. But I can't remember it. climbing back into bed, my muscles sore and my stomach wanting me to throw up again, I cuddle into Max and feel his security wrap around me like I have never had before and it isn't long before I'

I reached for it just as he pulled it right back out of my reach. I frowned. He grinned. “First you have to tell me what you used to have nightmares about.” I folded my arms over my chest. “Really?” He was going to play it that way, huh? Well, I didn’t have to play at all. “I could go get my own drink, you know.” “You could,” he allowed with a nod. Then he shrugged. “Okay, we’ll take baby steps. How old were you when your night terrors began?” I blinked, startled to hear him call them that specific term. It was as if he knew what I’d experienced had been far more traumatic than a couple harmless nightmares as if he understood personally. Which made no sense.

At last, we collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs, not knowing where the one ended and the other began. Sleep came easily. But with it the night terrors. I woke up in a strange place. The dark surrounded me, stifling like a death shroud. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Then I saw it manifest itself from the thick darkness. A black dragon with a wolf’s head appeared in front of the bed. Its fangs were dripping with blood. In one claw it held a severed head, holding it out towards me and smirking. It was Hunter’s head. I screamed. “Sylvia, wake up. Wake up. You’re having a dream.” I heard a voice calling me out of the darkness. Someone held me. I fought, kicking and screaming.

I barely make it to my bathroom before I throw up, the feeling of distress too overwhelming to manage. Cal is immediately at my side. He check my room and around it multiple times before he deems it safe. I only fall asleep when he agrees to keep his door open. *** “You slept late last night. Night terrors are common,” Cal explains at breakfast. I had just spent the past hour singing to the Goddess, which only caused my voice to crack shoulders to slump. I'm beyond exhausted, and not just my lack of sleep. I've been too afraid to go down and visit T, to question him about what I keep seeing. My Guards assure me he's still there, which means at least that he's not escaping.