Nightmare Ballora Novels & Stories

Demonica screams as if she is starting to go crazy, her voice is not of Demonica or that echoing two voices rather it is a voice that we once heard on Demonica’s vision of the past where she met the black goddess. The ball of light is now swirling around Vlash and he just look at it like what happened to the others. He keep himself together not to touch the ball of light as it swirls around him. I look around the place just to take a deep breath. It is already near dawn. The ball of light suddenly flies towards Flora and it swirls around her. “Flo- Flora?” the other’s utter as the ball swirls around her then shake as if it is trying to explode.

I wanted to punch my fists through a nearby wall, wanted to rake my claws on the floorboards below my feet, on the nearby table, on Nora's face—anything! Anything to channel this lividity that felt like it would burn me from the inside out. It was an invitation to a ball hosted by Alpha Chester, where Nora would be introduced as the new Luna to the entire pack. Again, that bastard Nora was living the life meant for me! "Give me that!" I heard my mother snap, grabbing the scroll from my hands. It only took her a couple of seconds to read it before she yelled: "You have got to be kidding me! This is outrageous!"

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

Others glide without feet, faces frozen in expressions of endless terror. One turns toward me. Its face is a screaming man I recognize. A former contestant. Another wears the shape of a child, eyes too large, mouth unhinged in a silent sob. Another crawls across the ceiling, limbs scraping stone, its head rotating fully around to track my movement. Nyxara’s magic is no longer contained. It’s leaking, bleeding into the castle, into the Game, into everything. These nightmares don’t just belong to the mortal, no, they belong to her too. She has lost control.

The Witches of Fortuna had arrived. Chaos erupted. Milak summoned a barrier of wind, pushing the intruders back, but they countered with dark magic, shattering his defenses. Zara's healing light flared, attempting to protect her family, but the Fortuna witches were relentless, their powers fueled by malice and a thirst for domination. "Run, Aqua!" Zara cried, her voice breaking with desperation. She pushed Aqua towards the back door, her eyes pleading. "Go to Aunt Cleo!"

Moreno is a bit thin but tall and knows how to dress, add to that his face as if he is Korean with Filipino descent. "I'm Nash," said a man. Out of all of them, he seems to be the smartest. Zera didn't know but she could feel it. "I'm Julian," he said. It is the smallest of them that is quite white. "Jam," one said simply and it seemed stuck. "Hello, I'm Ice, the most handsome of all." After he said that, his companions hit his head except for Josh who just winced. That guy is the most lively and mischievous of them all.

Malitus wondered, “Ralta, pray tell, is all that beyond the valley? It looks like a vast caterpillar rolling away.” Ralta put his hand flat across his forehead and peered at the distant sight. “That vast rolling orange creature is the rest of the Picts, General.” “What?” “There are so many of them it gives the appearance of one giant creature. A stunning effect of the moonlight, no?” “Stunning, yes.” The General thought on them moving back. “When we saw them just now, the grand mass looked similar but much smaller. That is like a rug being pulled back, no? I’ve not seen such a mass of humanity before in all my days.”

"Well, you better care. Tomorrow's the yearly alpha ball." The alpha ball is when all alphas gather at one location. With their mates, or lunas, they attend the ball and discuss treaties, or meetings, or wars, basically anything you would like to talk about with other alphas. Instead of asking permission from alphas, all just talks there and it is way easier. And of course, to celebrate becoming alphas.

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

There was scar tissue there which looked like it had not been allowed to heal properly. "Don't you care if he gets an infection?" I wondered, looking at the open wounds. Hearing my voice, the alpha's eyes opened as he moved slightly into the eyes. His eyes glowed with the ocean blue color as his eyes darted from Dr. Dawson to my scared eyes. He suddenly bared his teeth and growled low into the back of his throat, it was a warning sound that made me flinch, but I was aware so I didn't take the step behind Dr. Dawson like I dearly wanted to.