Nightmare Ballora Novels & Stories

"I hope you can forgive me for accepting his offer. I really want you to wake up soon." Days passed by so quick and it was their last night in Saiva's place. Tomorrow they will leave for one of Shi no Ji's largest cities. Nagareboshi, the closest to where they were and it is where the first orb is. They have no idea what it exactly looks like but the book that Saiva gave them says it's like a marble but it glows. The magical Atlas can locate it but who guards it will never give it to them or not so easily. So they either steal it quietly or fight for it. No matter what, she has to fight to get it or else the lost boy won't wake up.

Her eyes were still lifeless, yet there was a fire that burned within its depths that tried to bore into Mane’s soul whenever he looked into them. Without dwelling on his nth failed attempt to breach Camila’s defenses, Mane struck with Night Mare. A small ball of dense lightning was at its tip, and the furious energy of destruction could be felt from several meters away. Naturally, as the person closest to it Camila could feel the strength of Mane’s lightning more intently than anything or anyone else around. Once Night Mare was almost upon her, it fired the lightning ball at its tip unsuspectingly, and it flew with such rapid pace that even a Pseudo Phenom would be hard pressed to avoid suc

As she carried it toward Elara, the air darkened, like something unseen was watching. “Whatever happens,” Aria said, kneeling by Elara again, “you’re going to be okay. I promise.” She put the ball against Elara’s chest. A bright light burst out, surrounding Elara in a sparkling cage. Aria held her breath. Kael stood beside her, his hand gripping his sword, just in case. But before anyone could speak, the orb suddenly shattered....sending a shockwave through the temple....and Elara’s eyes snapped open. But they weren’t her normal eyes, they were burning red.

BJ was growing weaker, the stench of fear pouring out of her, worse than anything I’d ever smelled. “I’m the freak you dreamed of being but never can be.” I laughed darkly. “I’m not just Phia. I’m the nightmare Ollivara from the legend, and I’ve returned. Today, this nightmare will make you pay for taking the life of a dear friend from me and my pack.”

Clouds bent into strange, spiraling shapes, glowing from within with pulses of violet light. “Remind me again,” Lira muttered, “why did we think following a magic pendant into a time-warped volcano was a good idea?” “Because it’s the only thing that hasn’t tried to kill us yet,” Nora said, forcing a faint smile. Grayson grunted. “Yet.” By late afternoon, they reached a narrow ledge overlooking a massive crater. Below, a sea of glowing mist churned, swirling like a storm caught inside a bowl of stone. Lightning flared silently within it not white or yellow, but deep violet, each strike branching out like veins.

In terror, she watched as her right hand pulled the cloth off revealing the source. The ball was swirling with bright red light. It was the color of molten lava. Camilla was almost blinded by it, but she still couldn't stop herself as her hands reached toward it and clutched the ball. It felt like ice in her hands. She stared into and felt herself slipping away, being blinded by the light. She closed her eyes to shut it out. When she opened them again, she looked around fearfully. She was standing in dark forest. A full moon loomed above her providing enough light for her to see well. The tall trees were bare of most of their leaves and their many branches sprawled above her. She couldn't se

"I didn't hire you to tell me what I already know." Orlan's eyes clouded with fear. "Have you established a name for the witch?" "N-No, Alpha," he sounded dejected, lowering his head. "Have merc-" The man couldn't even finish his sentence before the ball left Hades' hand in a flashing speed and made contact with Orlan's face. A cracking sound filled the atmosphere in the entire floor, following with his painful cries. I gasped, my hand slapping over my mouth. The ball rolled over near my feet, and I realized red wasn't its actual color. It was blood.

"She didn't prepare for a Suprema. She doesn't know what that means. None of them do. Not yet." We reached the dormitory wing. The halls were quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that came before a breaking point. --- Alone in my room, I pulled the Aura-Exposer from my pocket. Held it to the light. The liquid swirled with trapped starlight. Or trapped void. Sometimes the two looked the same. The Ball was tomorrow. The shard was tonight. And Selene, somewhere in her pristine white tower, was realizing that her kingdom was built on a grave that refused to stay buried.

She loved him, but if he didn’t turn out to be her mate in a few months, she knew she’d have to let him go. “Anyway, have you seen Thalia?” Blake asked about her friend. Lydia shook her head. “Well, she has been ranting…” Lydia cursed as she realized she had forgotten about her. Just like her, her friend Thalia also would be waiting for her mate tonight and she was just as nervous as she was. Lydia walked toward the door when Blake shouted, “Anyway, avoid anyone seeing you in that dress. The ball is tonight, and there are only a few hours to go. Don’t let them get mad even before the ball!” Lydia laughed.

But before I could type a single word, his name flashed across my screen. “Is this what the common folks call telepathy?” I muttered as I answered. “Hi, disco ball,” I greeted, cringing at myself. Ugh. Of all the things to keep from that conversation, Nova, it had to be Arnold’s cracked disco ball metaphor? Eli chuckled. “In what dimension did I meet you this time?” “It’s a thing. Don’t question it.” He hummed, playful but tired. “Alright, I’ll let that slide for now.”