Nightmare Arts Novels & Stories

Stella replied quickly feeling shy already. Later at night David heard some uncomfortable sound and decided to raise his heard and see what's happening. He saw Stella having a nightmare. "No... No... No... Mom, Dad wake up don't go please... don't leave me here alone please..." David heard everything and was confused as to why she was mentioning her parents names. "Did they abandon her... no if they did she wouldn't be running their company. What really happened to her then."David couldn't place the two together because he once overhead the nurses conversing about her nightmare always mentioning her parents names. He was still thinking when he felt a tight squeeze on his hand and decided to

"Did you know that?" Dylan shook his head. "I have an idea, but I don't know why they did that," he said, looking at her, his eyes searching her face. "So, why?" Amethyst took a deep breath. She knew that Dylan knew something, and knowing him, Amethyst knew that there was a chance that Dylan did not listen to the explanations of those involved. Amethyst started, her voice steady but tinged with the weight of her story. "Two of the directors of La Xiena Mafia threatened me. You probably know those, don't you?" Dylan nodded. As expected, Dylan does know something. "They didn't know I was Nightmare. You know that no one knows my face as Nightmare because I don't reveal it either. When I enter t

“Poor puppy. Why have you not said anything about this…?” Cameron shrugged and reached out, cupping her shoulders and stroking down the rounds of her arms, to her hands, and linking their fingers, his eyes on the contrast of her white, smooth skin against the work-roughened callouses of his. “I have dreams… Nightmares,” he corrected himself. “Blood and gore, horror sort of nightmares. Moments from Haven Farm, or getting shot… Or Heath covered in blood, Rhett chained to the wall… Stomach-churning nightmares.” His skin prickled with sweat just recalling them.

I was looking at the data. "They are testing us," I said coldly. "First the village, then the city attack. They are measuring our strength." "They are getting bolder," Isabella said worriedly. "Who is leading them? Who is powerful enough to cast such a huge illusion?" "I have a guess," Master Shen spoke up, walking into the room. "There is only one person in history who mastered the Nightmare Arts. He was supposed to be dead..." "Who?" Aria asked. "His name is Morfeus," Master Shen said gravely. "He was a sorcerer who could control dreams and reality. He was sealed away centuries ago. But if he is back... then everything changes."

It would be hilarious to kill him on our wedding night, because I will never let that worm hanging between his legs come near me. “A beautiful work of art,” the despicable torturer mutters. Art? I should look like Chucky! The soles of my feet are raw from the barbed wire because my body instinctively presses down on my feet every time the pain becomes unbearable, there are several lacerations around my poor breasts and I don't even want to imagine how my back feels. My face must look like Chucky incarnate. I could barely keep my eyes open because of the swelling, my head was weighing a ton and even though I couldn't touch my face, it felt like it had turned into a giant ball after this basta

They enticed me with this nightmare so they just have to be ready. It is now pay-back time.

He collapses to the ground, growling in pain, desperately fighting back. My mum, in a desperate howl, drops me and shifts into her wolf form to join the fierce battle. Then I wake up with a jolt as hot tears stream down my eyes. My heart races like it wants to escape my chest as the remnant of the dream lingers in my mind. Scanning the room, confusion clouds my thoughts as I search for reassurance that it was just a dream. The dream is disturbing because it keeps recurring. I had watched my dad get killed by a ruthless Alpha right in front of me, and since then, the scene of battle keeps reoccurring.

"Crazy?" Xanti asked. He wouldn't deny that he was also terrified when the conversation was about a ghost. "You can see his behaviors earlier, when he's speaking his eyes looking around and suddenly smile and when you entered I noticed him screaming outside," said Nash even though he was terrified. "What is he shouting?" They all asked. The three stopped shouting and started listening to them.. "My child....give my daughter back....Where is my daughter Casey?! Wait who is Casey hahahaha." They stopped when Nash suddenly did what the old man did earlier.

Something was definitely brewing there. Finally, we pulled into a gravel lot. I leaned forward, trying to see what this “spontaneous” adventure was. “Is that what I think it is?” I asked slowly, staring at the dilapidated structure ahead. Eli’s grin told me everything. “What the actual hell…” I whispered, my eyes locking on the chipped paint, broken windows, and vines crawling up the walls like nature was trying to warn us. A crooked sign above the doorway read: HOUSE OF SCREAMS – ENTER IF YOU DARE.

“You’re not making a deal with Lucas. You’re making one with me. And if you don’t, well, I hope you like cats.” “What do you want?” “First, you need to make a charitable donation to FONTA, anonymously, of course. We don’t want people thinking you went and did something nice.” The Friends of the Night Association, or FONTA for short, is an organization that promotes human-vampire relationships, both personal and professional. “And the size of the donation needs to be at least half of the amount you sold me for.” My father does his best not to recoil from the thought of doing anything to help FONTA. “What else?”