Nightmare Alley Novels & Stories

the rest of Scarlet’s words were drawn out by a loud piercing scream. “What the hell was that?” Alan asked and stormed towards the window followed by Scarlet. Catherine remained in her spot, watching them. “It can’t be, rogues?” Alan asked horrified. “Alan look, the infected nightwalkers,” Scarlet pointed at the fence where Nightwalkers were leaping over it like a piece of cake. “No, no, no, no,” Alan shouted and turned to head out of the room when he was hit by an invisible force and he was thrown out of the window.

WARNING: THIS PART CONTAINS SCENES THAT SOME READERS MIGHT NOT REALLY APPRECIATE (R18 PARTS). PLEASE TAKE THAT INTO CONSIDERATION AS YOU PROCEED TO READ THIS CHAPTER. TONY'S POV The alarm rings by 5 am on the dot but I am already awake. I have been awake for the past two hours because I was awakened by a nightmare. The same nightmare that always starts the same way; Everybody would be in the living room of my mansion and we would all be having fun and playing board games and generally having fun. Then all of a sudden, some faceless guys barge into the house and then they kill everybody except me. I start to cry knowing that it was all my fault and then I wake up sweating and gasping for air.

Better throw this before anyone saw this thumbler' *end of flashback* Walking to the direction of the alley Oliver heads straight until he see the the last part of the alley. Looking at his surrounding, it is just houses and some stalls not far from him. Oliver knew for sure that it is not that far and it is connected to the place and where you can see the night market.

That is the strangest thing I have ever thought in my life. That familiar itch starts to spread across my neck, down my chest to my stomach. It itches so bad, I pull up my shirt and when I do, I scream out into the empty dark room that is lit only by the moonlight and a single nightlight over by the entrance. Daring to look down again, I see that where I had just scratched, is a gaping wound and there is a maggot crawling out of it. I hear a noise from behind me and when I turn on my heels, I watch as the same man from before stands about a foot taller than I am and is staring right into my eyes. He opens his mouth and states, “You have finally awakened. Good.”

My internal discussion goes aimlessly, screaming for help and frantic in light of the fact that this is substantially more alarming than anything else we've seen before. We actually beat Pedro, Abbadon, the alpha group, the darach, and the nogitsune, but we were exceptionally close to losing someone the whole time. At one event we really lost Justoedith.

"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

The ground trembled at the impact, almost tripping him, but he got out just in time for the walls of the alleyway to collapse. “Damn! That was close.” He rolled on the ground, grunting when his knee hit the uneven ground, tumbling violently before he got a hold of himself. “That trap wasn’t meant to kill me. It was a warning.” Damon crawled on the ground, begrudgingly standing up while his gaze riveted at the place, crumbling into dust and ashes. The old building nearby groaned, threatening to collapse as well at the massive disturbance. Fortunately, he parked a little further away from the alleyway, and his car was at a safer distance.

Their fists pounded against me. And all I could do was cover my head and take it. Until the night split open. A roar. Not mine. Not theirs. A growl. Low. Deep. Ancient. And then one of them screamed. A body flew across the alley. Something black moved in the shadows. Fast. Deadly. Another vampire went down, throat slashed open. The tall one turned, fangs bared. But he didn't last long. A blur of motion. A flash of claws. A snarl.

Trevor slapped the table angrily. “Where did they take the others?” I asked. “Probably to one of their clubhouses in town.” The prospect replied. The Dead Revenants were another motorcycle club, and we're our sworn rivals. Dead man's alley was their territory, and they guarded it carefully. It was quite unfortunate that my prospects would go riding through at night. “Get him out of here.” I nudged my head at the doorman. “Get him patched up.” “You heard the boss.” Trevor chirped in immediately. “Come on, get this riffraff out of here. You're staining the rug!”

Soon, I arrived at a nook down the corner of Faber Alley and I was finally alone, for now. I crouched my knees in perpetual exhaustion, clutching my breath as if I was panting for my life. I walked through the endless rows of crumbling red masonry on the cusp of dawn which the alleyway turned into blood-red night. My figure cast red shadows of dwarves and monsters onto the bricks, creepily reminding me of the image of my decaying sister. At the end of the alley, an open backdoor revealed itself, casting a faint white light on the parallel wall.