Nightmare Bear Novels & Stories

How quickly my dream had become a nightmare. Nodding, I continued my narrative. “It was. We were out for a run, the moon was full, and I was happy.” Details of the dreaded night passed in flashes in my mind. I had been too bold. Brian stayed quiet, letting me take my time to speak, his eyes on me. I appreciated that a lot. “I broke away from the group. There was a bear,” The terror from that night came upon me; my shivering form backing away from the six-foot monster as it toyed with my small form, carefully stalking me.

And the one who signed the contract for my sale was my mate, Rex. Just then, I heard mocking laughter behind me. Rex was furious. It was probably humiliating for him, the Alpha of the Moonshade pack, to see his fated mate fighting for a few thousand bucks in a cage with Rogues and humans. I ignored him and climbed back into the ring. The lights hit the massive cage on the other side, and the roar of a beast echoed through the arena. It wasn't a wolf. It was something larger and more primal. "Tonight's fighter, No. 13, is facing off against a brown bear! Place your bets now before it's too late!"

Betty’s eyes locked unto his and she saw a flicker or something there, something that made her wonder what her captor had in mind for her. Walking down the hallway with the guard to see the boss, Betty's eyes noticed something familiar on the left hanging on the wall, a painting caught her attention. It was a black canvas with a single, bold image: a black angry bear with its face filled with rage and its teeth exposed ready to devour anything on its part, it’s eyes filled with hate and bitterness. Betty's heart skipped a beat as she felt a shiver run down her spine. The bear looked eerily familiar, reminiscent of a painting in her family house.

Her head pounds painfully, a ringing noise echoing between her ears as she pushes herself out of the mosquito net to sit at the edge of the bed, looking around to brace the darkness that has taken over her room. It seems she slept off in Lakri’s arm, and the girl tucked her into the bed. She must have had other smaller nightmares until this bigger one attacked. A bigger nightmare that haunts her even in her waking hours; that perturbs her now. It’s no other than Ziason Father. Except, this time he was not the big black bear waiting for her to turn her back to it. He was a fluffy panda craving a cuddle. And it still shocks her to have seen a side of him that values a soft touch.

Bad. Cash and I were the only ones that survived the Nightmare from our family. Mom and Dad were already sick by the time the vampires came to our home to 'save' us. The vamps were only there for me. They had found out about my IQ and wanted my brain to join them. I had insisted that they saved my brother as well. I may have made it a deal breaker.

After that, Marcus stopped trying. Marcus had been convicted of fraud. Nothing violent. He was forty-one, with the tired face of a man who had spent his life avoiding trouble. Prison was supposed to be a brief stop, a lesson. But on his very first night, the nightmares began. From his very first day in prison, Marcus began having nightmares, always the same dream. He dreamed he was walking down a pitch-black alley. The walls were damp, the air thick with the smell of rotting fruit. Far ahead, a single streetlamp flickered, casting a weak yellow circle on the ground. Beneath that light stood a woman in a red dress. Her back was to him. Her hair was long and black, hanging like a curtain. And

Stepping in to the front room, I closed the door behind me and followed him in to the office. Bear didn't stop in the office, he went straight to their living room and waked in to the kitchen. He got himself a bottle of water before he dropped himself on one of the chairs. "What is so urgent that it couldn't wait a few more hours?" Bear asked, clear annoyance on his face. "Where's Monika?" I asked instead. Bear sighed. "She went all out for the full moon, ran for hours without rest and passed put about an hour ago. As a bear, it's not easy to keep up with you people." He replied.

I can almost see Jasper and his little sister playing at its entrance, darting back to their mother for comfort when the other gets too rough, chasing after grasshoppers and butterflies in the clearing surrounding their den. We were expecting to see Thomas Krat, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Neither is Orsina. Instead, it’s just a half dozen bear shifters, all stocky and thickly muscled. They come at us from behind the den, hatred and rage in their eyes. “It’s an ambush,” Zach shouts. I turn to run, but it’s too late. The bears are on us, some of them shifted into bear form, some of them still looking like humans, ready to grab and wrestle us to the ground.

I asked, squinting my eyes trying to get a glimpse of the stranger. “Oh please I know more than your name bunny, I know everything about you” he said taking two more steps. “So you are a stalker then, how long have you been stalking me?” I panicked as I took more steps back. “I’m not a stalker bunny, I’m your nightmare” the voice said and just like the wind he disappeared into the shadows like he was never there, my heart sank into my stomach as his last words echoed in my head. I’m your nightmare.

The bear stamped on my backpack, causing the zipper to slide down a little bit to make a tiny hole. My eyes caught a little black of Damien’s shirt, peeking out from inside my bag. “Catherine, we have to run NOW!” Drake commands me but my body refuses to obey. Something inside me burned like hot, glowing lava erupting from a previously inactive volcano as I stared at the visible piece of Damien’s shirt, and Midnight herself repudiated to leave this tiny bit of treasure with some overgrown, mucky, hostile, and flea-bitten black teddy bear. It’s the only thing I have left of HIM in this scary, unfamiliar place and I’ll surely be damned if I won’t be taking it back with me in one whole piece. I