Nightmare Artists Novels & Stories

"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

I am shaking my head at her before she can even finish her thoughts. "No, Miss O'Neal, we have talked about this already. I can't do that to him. His mental state probably wouldn't even let him cope with the guilt he would have. Besides, it's not like he would listen to me anyways. Remember when I tried to find out about his club being involved in drugs again?" Last year the Nightmare Warriors went through some pretty horrendous shit. They were set up by a business mogul named Nicholas Cole and almost killed. I had called Max to make sure he was safe and he basically hung up on me.

Rachel excitedly introduced me to the rest of the pack who had been away on a business trip and only just arrived back from what I had gathered. "Hello Luna, my name is Natasha." One of the girls exclaimed. She seemed nice as she went round the room telling me who everyone was. " And you?" I called out to the girl who was throwing daggers my way. She scowled and stared at the floor. I found this very disrespectful behaviour towards someone who was meant to be their future Luna and found myself snapping at the girl. "Is this how you treat your future Luna. Perhaps the alpha will have something to say about this." The room fell silent as the girl glared at me.

She’d been Ansel’s childhood companion and the pack’s celebrated Omega — a prodigy-artist who’d won awards young and been hailed as “the muse the Moon Goddess gifted the pack.” I clicked through the appendix of her portfolio where she’d listed the supposed “inspirations” for each award-winning piece. Every one of those inspirations pointed to unknown little artists, some of them lonewolves who’d long since left the scene. These people had neither the means nor the standing to challenge a celebrated Blood prodigy. A theory bloomed in my mind. I tapped Andrew and showed him what I’d found. “I’ll have people track down those artists and get proof,” he said, his voice carrying the kind of force

The level of hatred he’d aimed my way that day, that had to have been brewing for a long time, so I knew whatever payback he was going to serve up would be a nightmare. I was the queen of nightmares now though. I made them my bitch and turned them into masterpieces, because suffering made my art shine that little bit harder. And that was the tragedy of being an artist.

But his Charger was his baby, just like my Harley was mine. I took the lead and River rode beside me, while Cruz followed us. So far, I didn't see any members of Nightshade or anything suspicious, but that wasn't to say that the threat wasn't there. But it was late, and Nightshade had probably finished patrolling for the night. One could only hope. But I refused to live my life in fear. We made a left turn, and the night was gorgeous. Hot already, even though it was nice. But wolf-shifters didn't feel the heat or the cold like humans. The stars were out, but the moon wouldn't be out again until the Summer Solstice in June.

With all the craziness we were going through, I think the three of us felt encouraged that we were following the path of the Goddess. “Guys, I mean I know why I couldn’t sleep, but why in the Goddess’ name are you both up so early?” Jake said from behind us, steps crunching on branches. He was tired and clearly not walking with his usual stealth. While his nightmares (or should I say likely Rachel and his shared nightmares) had calmed down, he was still ancy and had trouble sleeping for long periods of time. Nick raised his brow at Jake, then looked back at me, and I noted Jake’s eyes were swirling again.

gives it away through his nervous gestures. "Athenia was not a good person and she was definitely not a loving mother, her fate was deserve" Dante ends and awaits my father's decision. "I'll get a convoy together and we're going to that private track and capture everyone who had a hand in Persephone's capture" Dante nods and walks towards the car, opens the passenger door and Henric falls to the ground like the shit he is. I look at Cosmo and with a smile I finally close my eyes and rest in his strong arms, his warmth and the addictive masculine scent.

I asked, squinting my eyes trying to get a glimpse of the stranger. “Oh please I know more than your name bunny, I know everything about you” he said taking two more steps. “So you are a stalker then, how long have you been stalking me?” I panicked as I took more steps back. “I’m not a stalker bunny, I’m your nightmare” the voice said and just like the wind he disappeared into the shadows like he was never there, my heart sank into my stomach as his last words echoed in my head. I’m your nightmare.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.