Nightmare Alley Novels & Stories

They'd settle their fight after their boss is fine. Silas swallowed nothing when she called his full name too. “Sir Gerard gave his order. Make sure what happened to boss isn't known to the workers for the time being,most especially the *SHADOW NIGHTMARES*” SHADOW NIGHTMARES is the name of naomi's dark fan base. Crazy,toxic, insane, psychopaths with zero tolerance for rubbish. They attack who's against NAOMI,they respect her works and they are the ones she lives for after her mother and daughter.

The room fell silent as the girl glared at me. Rachel interrupted the awkward silence by suggesting a walk outside for some fresh air. I agreed and off we went. The rain has stopped and the sun had finally made an appearance. Birds were singing away in the trees and children were playing happily around us. I listened as Rachel explained the girl who was called Gina, had been an orphan from a pack that had been destroyed in a bad attack years ago. The old Alpha of this pack had allowed her to join this pack. She was only four years old and the only survivor.

A lullaby hums in a voice not your own Sung from the mouths of the buried and dead A faceless thing grins in the wide doorway Stretching its arms, your escort inside Your name is etched on a tomb with no grave A jagged whisperer, an icy brace Your heart beats loud, but not for long Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you I said grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out, and so will your veins The bells don't toll; the clocks don't chime Only the sound of the end of time Your Shadow melts your hands turn cold The nightmare sings as it takes hold I'm sorry to say, but this is the end Your breath is stolen; no need to pretend A door creaks open; the void

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.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

The alley folded. Not a metaphor. The walls bent inward, bricks liquefying into red wax, dripping upward into a sky that wasn’t sky but a ledger, pages of blood and code flipping in a wind that smelled of ozone and funeral flowers. The pavement became a mirror, reflecting not us but versions of us: Me, throat slit in the warehouse, Heartstone glowing in my chest. Marco, eyes sewn shut with fiber-optic cable, fingers typing on air. Mamá, young, healthy, signing the loan with a smile.

In the dead of night, Alia tossed and turned in bed, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Her once serene expression twisted into one of anguish, her breathing rapid. In her dreams, she was back in that dim and filthy alley, the cracked cobblestones reeking of decay, with distant, low murmurs adding to the oppressive atmosphere.

one who was trying to kill me. I ran inside and grabbed my phone, dialling Ally without care for my nails. “Ally, a Nightmare just launched an arrow at me before it sped off in a black car.” I spilled into the phone, not sure if Ally even heard a word I was saying. “Oh gods, are you alright?” I took a deep breath and sighed. “Yeah, just a bit freaked out... but that’s to be expected.” “And where was Warrick when you were about to be killed?” she asked crossly.

No sound of traffic, no distant hum of technology, nothing but a stillness that made her feel like she was walking through a forgotten graveyard. She looked around, her heart beating faster as the realization sank in: this was **Nyxterra**. The place she had only heard whispered rumors about, a world where lost memories supposedly went to die. It was said that those who wandered too far into the shadows of Nyxterra rarely came back. The city itself was a labyrinth of half-formed structures, their outlines blurred as though they were fading in and out of existence, forgotten by time and memory.

If she went for the bike, he was going to see her and come after her. She just has to find a car to unlock and go with. She took the path to the right and kept on walking until she reached a dark alley. Her body tensed up; she had heard so much about things happening to dark allies, and she wanted none of that to happen to her. Why doesn't she find a lost kitten instead? She glanced down at her and suddenly felt cold. She held onto the jacket and turned around to leave the alley. Just then, five men stepped out of the darkness. She rolled her eyes when she noticed that they were regular thugs. "What do we have here?" One muttered. "A rich man's wife."