Nightmare Ballora Novels & Stories

Nora’s eyebrows lift at my muttered words, “By the way, the night of the full moon is almost here.” Sighing, I lean back against the wall and close my eyes, “I know.” “I hate to remind you, but the bond’s senses will be a hundred times stronger that day than any other day,” she tells me, squeezing my hand. “It could be a chance to find your mate… if you go to the mating ball that night.” “Me?” When I open my eyes, Nora nods. “Of course, and you can come since Alpha Lucas has brought you into the pack as the healer. All you have to do is apply as the pack house staff to get your name on the list, and I have the application right here.”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Chapter 14. Angela has a dream where she's tied to a tree surrounded by blue water, she looks down at the water but she sees a different person as her reflection, a more powerful and stronger female that looks like her, but she could swear it wasn't her. Her reflection looked more lively, happy , chubby and refreshed. She paused for a second to notice if anything would happen to her reflection, but it was still there staring right in the face. Angela became even more scared, because she had never seen such a thing before. How can a reflection or shadow be more healthier than the person who owns the reflection?

I cut the thread and a ball of light consumed the button before it vanished into thin air. I looked up at Balor, swallowing hard. The corner of his lips tipped up, excitement swirling in his eyes. "I smell a storm coming, Nes, and I can't wait to watch that bitch burn,"

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.

The golden ball of light started levitating itself and Dementia use her magic to open Nora's closed window. The ball of light flew out of the window into the night. “We have to follow that ball of light, it will take us to wherever Nora is being kept.” Dementia told her twin. Together they flew outside, Dementia closed Nora's room window after them before they started following the golden ball of light. *** Valten: How can he hear it's Silent whispers? Paul thought to himself and went over to where the box lay, dug out the key to it he had buried beside the box the day his master had given him the box.

“When the Vampire used that name, Asteria, I got chills. I realized then that it did make sense that it could be her, that it almost had to be. She’s one of the only Vampires that’s ever been able to create the sort of shields from Cassidy that she’s experiencing now. The other was Daunator, and he exploded, so I don’t think he could be back.” “God, I should hope not.” Eliza wiggled her shoulders, like she’d gotten the heebie jeebies. “You were there, weren’t you?” Jo asked, straying from the topic slightly, but her curiosity had gotten the better of her. Eliza nodded. “I was there when your mom and Christian used some special grenades he’d come up with to blow Daunator into a billion pieces

“We must unravel its secrets if we are to move forward.” I can feel the weight of the orb's gaze upon us, its dark energy pulsing like a heartbeat in the silence of the chamber. With a deep breath, I reach out towards it, the hum of its power sending a shiver down my spine. As my fingers brush against the smooth surface of the orb, a surge of images floods my mind, each one more vivid and haunting than the last. I see Alena trapped within a cage of shadows, her eyes pleading for salvation. I see a figure cloaked in darkness, their malevolent laughter ringing in my ears as they tighten their grip on her fragile form. And then, I see a glimmer of hope—a distant light flickering in the abyss, b

"Hahahaha! Swallow them whole, O' Mighty Lord of the Darkness!" "Wilbur!" Tina rushed over at the sight before her at once. A chain came out of the black ball then, wrapping itself around Tina and yanking her into the ball. "Tina!" Kyra screamed as she was sucked into the black ball as well. Yet right after that happened, the black ball let off a dull rumble before it disappeared, followed by Wilbur and the others appearing in front of Damon once more.

I lifted my stiff legs and inched toward the corner, but my foot landed on something hard and round at the worst moment possible. A sharp, piercing screech rang out beside me. When I quickly lifted my foot to take a look, I noticed it was a bloody eyeball, which gave me such a fright that I recoiled back several steps. This was something I would normally only see on late-night TV. A ghost skittered over in a twisted, broken crawl, scooped up the eyeball, and popped it back into its socket. To suppress the scream in my throat, I pinched myself to stay focused, but the ghost had noticed me.