Nightmare Arts Novels & Stories

Fifteen minutes wouldn’t kill anyone. Kit walked down the hallways of the now-dead quiet building. The tan walls lined with art pieces were comforting in a way. Kit could see why people came here to get the help they needed to be able to sleep correctly again. Kit hoped that she would be able to sleep again after she did this. It had been so long that the idea of sleep had become foreign. Something she had to do but never long enough. Never to dream and wake up refreshed. Never to wake up and be happy. The tug was too much on her heart. The pain had to go away.

The voices intensified as a beam of light lit up Jeremy on a higher stage. The rhythm he played started soft and slow but little by little the drums intensified. When the symbols crashed, a platform rose onto the stage with Kyung Jiho on it. Hae Mina grinned when she saw the white slivers light up under the black lights. On the back of Kyung Jiho's shirt was his name and on the arm was the Nightide emblem. The drum's symbols crashed and the next instrument joined. One by one, Nightide appeared on the stage with their parts. Hae Mina knew this was not her song to come in on because she had never been given a part.

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.

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

"I've been having these recurring nightmares," I looked around the room; my confession had grasped all of their attentions and they seemed at loss for words. Janelle who had always been the practical one, nodded sympathetically. "Dannie, it's normal to have nightmares after what you've been through. Your mind is still processing the trauma." She said. On my right, Sofia leaned forward. Her brown eyes were filled with concern as she said, "Dannie, tell us about your nightmares. Maybe talking about them will help."

They helped us move into a good position, and then I took Ally’s hand again (despite the warning glare from Nick), and I led us somewhere else. I went straight for Maxine. We had been right, this was her room we were next to. Before I knew it I was in a carnival at night, an abandoned one - like we were in an edgy episode of Scooby Doo. There was a ferris wheel, a ‘fun house,’ a few carnival game booths, slides, and other blinking things. A dark figure rushed past. And my head spun around trying to make out what it was or where it was going. But it disappeared. Walking on, I looked for a way into her mind. Maxine herself came running past, being chased by another dark figure. Nightmare, she

"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!"

Also, Yvonne would start calling it unhealthy or how psychopathic it is for Giselle to want nothing but to study 24/7. Though, one would never know that the real reason why Giselle looks like a moving corpse is because of the spectacle that happened last night. The scene of the incident decided to rewind itself in her messy head, preventing her from having a peaceful study, or a good night's rest. She place the toothpaste down harshly and brushed her teeth while, at the same time, groaning out loud, "that- bloody Darius- curse him!"

--------------------- New World - 1 Month and 2 weeks and 7 days I had a nightmare again and all of my artifact that I had bought last night to fight with this nightmare is all broken. It even broke at the first second it manifests on my hand when I purchased it. I didn’t manage to sleep last night. Fortunately, I’m a cultivator now I could ignore my sleep for weeks.

“I found that Nightmare and his crew were hired to harass a specific convoy company. It was never in a specific system, and never for anything important. Just everyday goods. They attacked half a dozen convoys, though they never stole anything. They merely destroyed the convoy itself.” The Seven murmured to themselves as they thought about it more. It was typical for Nightmare to do that. Being a griefer was deep in his bones. But why target that convoy company? It didn’t sit right with any of them. “There are other anomalies in the data,” she continued, “and there may be more patterns I have yet to uncover. I will need time to dissect.” “So what you're saying is what, exactly?” asked T-Rex.