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It's just that this thing is not theirs, the method for them to personally find the monster-type zombies can't be done, if it's not for Tadhg Walter, facing many fourth-, fifth-, and even-order zombies. Such a sixth rank, the two of them had already died countless times, how could they still have the destiny to refine the Fire Crystal Nightmarefiend. Nightmarefiend is a level lower in the hands of Cadell Brian, and it took him decades of dedication to collect. And Shadowfang in front of him was enjoying the city, naturally making people admire, but as soon as he thought about Shadowfang's ending, his consciousness was moved, Shadowfang before was like death, the two couldn't help shivered, n

CHAPTER 18. HAUNTED BY MY NIGHTMARES HARA LUCID NIGHTMARES. That's what they call it. Because in the nightmare I'm having at the moment, I'm aware that I'm dreaming, that I'm having another nightmare. And they weren't just any random nightmares, they were a reoccurrence of my past with Roland. *

NIGHTMARES. A very bad or frightening dream. Anna was starting to lose count of the number of nightmares she’s been having since Josh’s death but whenever she woke up with one, clearing her head with a jog had been working well on her. She lets out a sigh as she turns sideways to stare at the mini alarm clock she had next to her bed. The time read 6:00 am and she hated the fact that she had to be awake at this early hour of the day.

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.

Black as midnight, pulsing with a sickly green glow. “Nightmare seeds,” Ravenna explained. “Plant them near the fortress, and they’ll grow into plants that release spores. Anyone who breathes the spores will have vivid nightmares, their worst fears made manifest in their sleep. They’ll wake up exhausted, paranoid, jumping at shadows.” “That’s…” Marcus looked disturbed. “That’s psychological torture.” “That’s winning.” Ravenna scooped the seeds back into the pouch. “Wars aren’t won with honor and fair fights. They’re won by whoever’s willing to do what the other side won’t.”

Clara’s POV The dreams twisted like vines in the dark, choking me with visions of Nolan’s face—his eyes pleading, then hardening into accusation as he walked away again and again. In one, we were back in the mansion, the night of the discovery, but this time he didn’t fight; he just turned his back, disappearing into the shadows while Mom and Dad laughed, their voices echoing like thunder. I woke gasping, tangled in the sheets, the room pitch black except for the faint glow of streetlights seeping through the blinds. My phone read 3:17 a.m., the screen a harsh reminder of the world marching on without us. No messages from him. The silence was a void, sucking me in, making the apartment feel

They were different looking from the demon dogs, but still just as dangerous and their pheromones could send even the strongest foggy in the brain. A snort and neigh sounded on the other side of us. I turn to face the Nightmares, seeing their red eyes, and the tip of the horn glint under the moonlight. The Nightmare horse snorts again, and a billow of black smoke pours from its nostrils. “Pets!” Seneca screeches, not at all worried like Mathias and me.

“I really coulda used a bit of extra R and R this cycle.” “You think they really did actually just come here to burn their dead?” asked another thug. “And then left? Just like that?” “Doesn’t matter what any of us thinks,” said Nightmare. “Just look around and make sure it’s empty, alright. Keep your gun arms high.” Nightmare peered into a window caked with dirt. He struggled to look inside. Something didn’t quite sit right with him, and he couldn’t tell why. “Did anyone call for the boys back on Helios?” he asked.

Matter of fact, she is sure she will be next. The man has cold dead eyes, blacker than the night. He stares right at her and aims the gun. Before the end, all she hears is the owl hooting from the nearby tree and the cracking sound of her skull.

Night crept over the city, bringing the nightmare with it. In Malik’s room, darkness pressed around him like a living entity. His breathing grew erratic as he tossed in sleep. In his dream, faces from the past appeared: Amal and Sophia stood before him, pale, massive snakes coiled around their necks, spitting venom, hissing terrifically through the stillness. Then Nasser appeared, his blood-stained clothes, a knife in hand, his eyes lifeless. Beside him, Nour gripped a thick rope, advancing slowly, menacingly. All of them gathered in a hellish tableau, a familial pact from hell, intent solely on ending Malik’s life. He screamed, trying to escape, but his body was paralyzed. He felt the snak