Nightmare Arts Novels & Stories

his voice was calm yet sombre. “Nightmare as in a bad dream?” “Bad dreams were named after nightmares, Callista. They are spirits who torment dreamers, feeding off of the terror they create.” “And he works for your brother?” I turned to face him and looked into his eyes, making my mind up to confront him about everything that had been on my mind over the past few weeks. “Morpheus, you need to explain everything to me. You can’t leave me in the dark anymore, not when nightmares are attacking me and women wake up from a coma to tell me you’re in danger and need my help.”

She opened her eyes slowly. “The Nightmares. I managed to find that fragment of memory when faced with the dark monsters that locked the Green Forest Dragon in the Thorn Whip magic artifact. Does it have anything to do with The Nightmares?" Astrid asked, looking at Lycus Lewis. "The Nightmares?" asked Lycus Lewis to confirm. “Yes, The Nightmares. A dark creature that has claws and captivates the spirits of the orphans,” Astrid replied with an irregular breath. She was still trying to regain consciousness.

Others glide without feet, faces frozen in expressions of endless terror. One turns toward me. Its face is a screaming man I recognize. A former contestant. Another wears the shape of a child, eyes too large, mouth unhinged in a silent sob. Another crawls across the ceiling, limbs scraping stone, its head rotating fully around to track my movement. Nyxara’s magic is no longer contained. It’s leaking, bleeding into the castle, into the Game, into everything. These nightmares don’t just belong to the mortal, no, they belong to her too. She has lost control.

Flowers, screams, wolf, woman, death. Was my nightmare becoming a reality?

No, a puzzle, but somehow a clue, that goes like this. "Don’t you remember those happy voices in your mind as you sleep? Or maybe the screams you hear of terror in a nightmare. What is a nightmare? Isn’t a nightmare a small prison you’re trapped in, with no hopes of waking? Why? Because you never know you’re asleep. You forget everything, your name, your life, and who you are. The only thing to accompany you are the monsters that laugh in your mind, that taunt you, knowing everything. Your life, your happiness, everything that had been stolen away. But the scariest part of the nightmare won’t be the monsters. They aren’t scary themselves. The most fearful thing of all is that they are yours.

I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face. "Nightmares do not make wolves sound like they're dying. This…sounded as though you were fighting for your life. Tell me, what was it?" His expression stiffened as his brows pulled into a frown. I looked at him, but the look in his eyes told me he would not let this go. I sighed and shifted against the bed while he settled beside me. "Would you believe me if I told you some nightmares are memories?” Dominic's brows knitted together in confusion.

“But with the way they went from rats to hellhounds…I’m going to guess no and they were just taking on the form of something terrifying. What’s more terrifying than a hellhound? I’m getting a bad feeling about this. Like a really bad feeling.” “Me too, even though it seems like it’s over,” Nicole says quietly. “Like whatever this is, is much bigger than we expected. It’s not a demon you can rip apart and then it’s gone. I feel…I feel like it has roots.” “Roots?” Naomi questions. “Yes, roots. I can’t explain it.” Nicole runs her hands over Pandora’s head. “She gets it, though.” If that thing does have roots, I’ll rip them from the ground.

lol◉‿◉. Sadly, we've come to the end of "A Stripper's Nightmare". Can I know your favorite scene from the book?]

After three back-to-back nights of working until 3:00 am, I dropped dead. Honestly, I thought it was a relief and that my 23 years of corporate misery had finally come to a blissful end. But when I opened my eyes, I found myself transmigrated into a horror game. Right now, I was sitting in a classroom. A hanging ghost dangled from the blackboard, and its long tongue was dragging across the floor. A jumper ghost was doing a handstand on the desk with its eyeballs stretched six feet out of their sockets.

Make him know what it feels like to be bitter, and when she's done, he's going to wish he was never born. His name is Rory John Gate and she's going to be his nightmare." She finishes speaking and finally looks over at the little girl and she is already asleep and she gets up and lays a soft kiss on her head and cover her up with the bedsheets, before walking out of the room. Authors message: Hello and welcome to the sequel of Little Nerdy Nightmare I hope you really like the beginning, if you did, leave a review. Love you guys