Nightmare Arts Novels & Stories

They all gave me an uneasy feeling. But the first entry on the second page looked more promising—given that my standards for “promising” had gone way down by now. The title, in a garish purple script, read “Hawthorne and Armitage Magical Services,” and they apparently had a warlock and a shaman working together to “provide any magic you can think of, and a lot you probably can’t.” They had a list, including Wards & Protection, Healing, Fairy Puke Cleaning Solutions (that one made me pause and shake my head, despite how freaked out I was), and Eliminating/Creating Zombies. Under the heading “Our Terms of Service have changed!” it read: “All fees collected up front. My freaky brother-in-law (t

Once that was no longer the case, he could date whoever he wanted, and I couldn't care less. It was a pity Samuel didn't notice that. He was still banging on the door. I shook my head, put in my earplugs, and went to sleep. It was getting late, and the sleepy bug was catching up to me. Samuel finally ran out of steam about fifteen minutes later, giving the door one final thump in frustration. "You did this first, Noelle. Don't you ever regret this!" Threats wouldn't work on me. I was no longer a kid. I closed my eyes and slept. The next day, I met up with my attorney and served him the papers. I received no response, but I was sure he saw them.

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.

Not until the very end and sometimes even then I wasn't done. The perspiration was heavy on my forehead and I wiped it away with my palm, frowning at the sluggish movement of my arm and the way the room seemed to fade in and out. The lights flared overhead and I was blinded temporarily, stumbling into someone on my left, kept buoyant only by the proximity of bodies. Feeling a shove from behind, I turned to see who the fuck would dare to push me. The face that greeted me twisted into a molten mass of flesh, pulled tight over bone. White, colourless eyes stared at me. A mouth full of long razor sharp teeth turned upwards in an awful, nightmarish grin.

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.

I scream that they may have tattooed me, but I’m not one of them and I don’t want to go on anymore stupid missions. It works better than I hoped. Carden doesn’t stop by for days on end leaving me with my nightmares. They become stronger with each passing day. I wake up breathless. I wake up crying. I wake up with my fists clenched to the point of having bloody nail marks dug into my palms. I wake up with a scream. And then I don’t wake up at all.

I opened my mouth to throw some biting remark back at him, but Peter chose that exact moment to slide his chair closer. “Nia,” Peter said, “we never finished our conversation last night. I’m hosting a little after-hours party at the Sky Lounge. You should join.” Before I could answer, Adler cut in, his voice smooth but laced with steel. “She won’t be attending. She has… other obligations tonight.” Peter’s eyes flicked between us, realization dawning. “Oh,” he said, smug and condescending. “Didn’t realize she was already… tied up.” Mr. Andrews’ jaw ticked. “She is.”

They'd settle their fight after their boss is fine. Silas swallowed nothing when she called his full name too. “Sir Gerard gave his order. Make sure what happened to boss isn't known to the workers for the time being,most especially the *SHADOW NIGHTMARES*” SHADOW NIGHTMARES is the name of naomi's dark fan base. Crazy,toxic, insane, psychopaths with zero tolerance for rubbish. They attack who's against NAOMI,they respect her works and they are the ones she lives for after her mother and daughter.

Should I try and fight the nightmare origin? The more I think about it, the more impossible it was to save Eric's mother. I don't even have enough power to save Annie and needed the assistance of an artifact to sacrifice itself just to win with her nightmare origin, and that was just after entering the twilight zone. Eric's mother should have sunk deeper so her nightmare origin should be a couple of times stronger than Annie's. The more I know about this, the stronger my resolve to not tell Eric about using an artifact to travel safely inside the miasma and look for his mother.

I turn around to see an older gentleman who looks like a doctor walking towards me. “Hello, my dear Ms. Dreasden. I am Doctor John Hopkins, Nelli’s psychiatrist. I was told of the events tonight and not to alarm you, but if at any time the lights go out close your eyes and do not open them no matter what you hear. Apparently Nelli is loose and not under control. See Nelli has no soul. She was born with the blackest eyes of any human being I have ever met. If she sees the fear in your eyes, she will scratch them out before she kills you.”