Nightmare Clowns Novels & Stories

The entire pack wallowed in the criminal. He and Malcolm had their kinks, but they didn’t make a business out of trading in it. The Crimson Nights ran a private club for supernaturals and catered to their kinks. Anything from blood dolls, women who enjoyed being fed off of. To those searching for pain and torture. Those were extremes, but the club specialized in milder things as well. Jordan frequented the club’s milder side in the past. He had no problem with that. What he had an issue with was the rumours the people serving were trafficked, and it wasn’t their choice.

From within the ground appeared many giant black shadows that were four meters tall with huge and terrifying faces. On the head, there was only a gaping mouth with irregular pointy fangs. Their tongues were pink and long protruding while floundering and dripping poisonous saliva in various places. The Nightmares' hands were long, pointed claws and could extend at will. Their mouths rattled and moved at high speed. GRAAAAAAAAWRRRRRRR!!!!

Vastria grabbed the poster, “It’s coming here tonight? The carnival of ‘Fright Night’?” The carnival of 'Fright Night' the two girls was excited over was a well-known carnival in the goth community. It was of course a vampire themed carnival. The image or mascot of this carnival was a bear. This bear was an angry/grumpy looking bear giving off an evil grin of two-toned various colors. The difference with this bear was that it had fangs and claws to match the theme of the carnival. The two girls had waited a long time for the carnival hoping it would come to town. The carnival would visit various places once, then go on to the next. It was a one-night carnival. They could not pass it up.

, Dmitiri said as his tone increased a bit as Claire dragged her away. "Who in the world was that hottie? Darling you have luck the size of Texas. I tell you now, if I had found him before I met my mate, I'd have slept with him right away. Speaking of mates, Debbie and I would like to introduce you to someone. Angie, meet Matt and Scott. They are from the Night pack", Claire introduced two young guys to Angela. The two of them looked weird, wore strange boyish clothes but they had looks so she could understand why both Claire and Debbie picked them. But she could witness the giggles and laughs between her friends and the boys they found. Her genuine love for her friends wasn't something to u

The white haze was fur. One soldier’s helm had rolled off him. He’d probably undone his chin strap and been lazy as he rode in the night. It cost him dearly as a falling white furred paw sent him to see if there were any gods out there or not. The helm of the other soldier didn’t help him, though, as the beast used both hands to slap either side of his head and render the Legion short one more man. Once the clubbing blows of the ivory beast pulped each soldier’s head, the fright on two legs turned to look in August’s direction. August came to understand why he couldn’t act. When the blue eyes of the creature focused on him, pupils growing smaller, August tore his look from that scene back to

Your sister is next! Your, Nightmare There was a roaring wolf stamp and the end of the letter. I wonder how they know that I'm alive. First of all, I don't even know who 'they' are. After brainstorming I concluded. I think I know who they are. They surely did not name themselves but they did leave a small sign. The roaring wolf confirms it.

"Then I would say, tell me in the next sixty seconds because we got a line from here to Milwaukie, and we need a show for our seven-thirty today." "A real live wolf-man!" It was a gamble, a real risk taker considering hunters were spotted in the area, but I needed the cash. "Well, Mr. Ardoise, would that be good enough for you seven-thirty?" Clarence paused in the counting of his notes, money stacked in little neat piles as he jotted down the pay in his ledger and handed them off to the carnies on his other line. Clarence was one of the few cryptids that I'd met besides my family and the one dryad girl by the creek. He got around easier like most earth spirits did, like the way we shifters d

' Ethan shouted, pointing towards a wrought-iron spiral staircase at the end of one of the aisles, which lead up to the second level. Hurtling towards it, I was already on the bottom step, with Ethan pressing his hands into the small of my back as he urged me upwards, when my attention was drawn to movement in the shadows further down in the Vaults. The darkness shifted, split apart and where there had been one moving force, then was now six separate entities, approaching us with pace. The shadows moved into the light and I saw, with a deep horror, that they weren't shadows at all, but six identical Erelim marching in our direction, three leading, two in the middle and one at the back.

A shake of his head was a reply. “What else do you have on his? What sort of criminal is he?” Raising his eyes, he peered at her. “Not only is he a human trafficker, He belongs to the biggest sex club in the country. He is also a serial killer, and he has a whole family of young men who help him kidnap girls. This man I am talking about is really dangerous; we have to find him.” “How come the Mafia are good guys now?” She placed a finger on her chin. “I mean, what does the most dangerous man in the world want to do with him?”

I hear squeaks and squelches and something akin to farts. Dierdre giggles after some time and turns to me, “It seems that the Bodkins think you are a king of some sort. Perhaps this journey will be far more entertaining. They might even put on a show if we remain in their land for long. They will be able to illuminate themselves and while they perform the Night Mares will keep their distance.” “Nightmares?” I ask. “Night Mares. They are black horses with sharp teeth and the ability to trap you in nightmares, or trap your soul and whisk it away. I have seen them and they can not trap me, but the stuff I see haunts my sleep for weeks after,” Deirdre replies.