Nightmare Arts Novels & Stories

He could hear it snarling and growling behind him, as he raced towards the exit. Finally, he burst out of the building, and ran towards the military base, hoping to find help. But when he turned around, he saw the wolf staring at him from a distance, its eyes glowing in the darkness. Matt had disappeared, and Damien was left with a terrifying realization. They had created something that they couldn't control. The Kendrick-Davis Serum was a failure, and they had unleashed something dangerous into the world. As he stood there, watching the wolf disappear into the night, Damien knew that he had to do something to fix his mistake. But he also knew that it might be too late.

None came for the forest area where Gonar was, but headed into the mouth of the cavern. The flames rained down like hell fell from the sky, but when Gonar closed his eyes, he felt a sudden rush, as he saw through the eyes of the ravens flying overhead. His chest pounded as he saw the Picts manned the artillery pieces of the Romans, and turned them on the fleeing beastmen. After that volley came a huge bulk of barbaric humanity, the whole of Pictdom on the field, chasing, crushing and killing all that was in their path.

No longer the ruined coliseum. This was the Nightmare. And it had claimed them all. ☠️ End of Chapter 12

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

I hated it. "Do you think that we could get the humans a spell before they leave the blood bank?" I asked as we ate. "Why?" Sammy asked. "My family made a spell a few months ago that saves humans from the Nightmare. If the humans in the blood bank have been here long enough, they may not have a natural immunity to the Nightmare and they could be at risk if they leave the building." I explained. "No shit?" Paul asked and my family all nodded in agreement. "You really found a way to save them?" Stone clarified.

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

“How do you know?” Raven’s eyes glowed faintly with reflected aurora. “Because she’s calling for me.” --- Global Dreamspace — Nightmare Bloom Shadows rose like smoke along the horizon, their forms shifting, trembling with human fear. Nightmares made manifest. Faces twisted by guilt. Memories stained by wounds. Traumas long buried clawing their way into the shared dream. Sophia stepped forward. “No — not like this.” The nightmares surged, not malicious, but desperate — the unprocessed pain of billions seeking release all at once.

"That's about it. Whatever rabbit trail you sent Cricket on is going to be the newest stuff. And since she's cursing at her computer, I'm guessing it's going to be big. What have you learned?" "My contacts are all terrified of the Night Terrors. Not quite Soviet, not quite bratva, they operate on their own code. And that code seems to be based on their emotional state at any given time. Fuckers of the highest order. These monsters have raped and killed babies-shared their kills on some kind of black market, deep web chat rooms. Heavy into sex trafficking. They're end users, not suppliers. But the name of their particular game is keeping the family name feared. In whatever way is possible. No