Nightmare Clowns Novels & Stories

Daniela's POV A black card with my name on it. That was what I had been playing with for the past five minutes, with a huge smile on my face. Funny, because no one should be happy their worst enemy had done something nice. A gift alone should be an alert to tread carefully. And yeah, I should also be worried about other things; like how this man always had access to my room and was clearly in here when I was asleep, or probably even lamenting over the very graphic and gory nightmare I had just a few hours ago about Alexander drowning me in his pool.

“Warm chocolate.” She held it carefully. “Thank you.” Mike hesitated. “Clara… whoever those things were—they knew your name. They knew your blood. If we’re going to protect you, we need to be ready.” Her eyes lifted. “You still want to help me?” “Of course,” he said without hesitation. “You didn’t run when things got dangerous. Neither will we.” Footsteps approached. James and Bridget joined them, both dressed in dark clothes. Bridget clapped once. “Alright team—Operation Trap The Shadow Clowns starts tonight.”

“We’re screwed now as these two are just not some simple alpha and luna. two are not just some simple werewolves that I intentionally thought. They’re smarter it took me over thirty years to finally found out her true identity, and it took these kids a few mere minutes with her, and they knows who she is. Even to this day I still don’t know what she really looks like. Every time I saw her, she was always changing appearances.” A flash of lightning darted past Agatha and went flying after the clown. The clown was shocked as it was coming too fast. She couldn’t dodge it in time. “Shit, she’s after my face.” “Multiple,” said Agatha. Her lightning splits and started scratching every inch of the

They screamed in terror, frightened at the prospect of sudden death in the next moment. “Get down, Zendaya!” Roar! Alex pushed his hands against the minivan as the Chi of Foundation Establishment stage inside his body went rampant. He shoved the minivan and slammed it toward the cabin. Unguarded, Clown was hit by the rear of the minivan and almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Wham! The minivan pushed against Clown’s body, ramming him into and out of the cabin. His entire body was hurled into a wooden cabinet.

The marble floors that usually shone like perfect mirrors were muddy now, covered with dirt and something darker that made my stomach turn. The great hall erupted with overwhelming noise as I pushed through the crowd of adults. Everyone was here—every single pack member, every warrior, all pressing forward desperately to see something I could not quite reach. Then I finally saw what was causing all the chaos. Papa knelt in the center of the room, his strong hands tied cruelly behind his back. Blood dripped steadily from his split lip, staining his torn shirt. His eyes found mine across the chaos, and the fear I saw there stopped my heart cold in my chest.

Red hair, red nose, a colorful onesie, and big teeth that I can see clearly as he smiles menacingly. It's a clown. "It's a demon clown!" Orion states and I can picture a look of probable terror on his face. "I don't like clowns." I shake my head in disbelief. "After everything that we've seen. You afraid of clowns?" "They creepy okay anyway let's just kill it and be done with." When we kill a night terror it turns back into its true form as it burns. Though they turn into some terrifying things, their true forms are nothing compared. Their bodies are like that of red flesh. It's as if they have no skin. Their eyes are black orbs of nothingness. That if you stare into them for too long they a

"This… this!" Terrified, Clara stared at the scene that was unfolding before her. 'How is this possible?! 'There are thousands of zombies!' 'Besides…' It was Clara's first time opening her eyes so wide. She rubbed her eyes, thinking she was seeing things. 'Six zombies with purple-golden eyes? 'Rank 9 Zombies!' The sight of it made Clara feel as though her soul was leaving her body. She quickly turned to look at Lucas only to realize his stunning face was still wearing a calm expression. It was as if he could not see anything.

Stay here. I loved the pink that scattered across her nose, but I hated the fear I felt in the mate bond. Everything I did for her. Even if she didn’t like it. I marched across the street and got to the club’s entrance. The bouncer didn’t even glance at me. The Celestial Nightmare felt like walking into a fever dream. The strippers wore black angel wings, the lights were hellish red, and it reeked of wolf’s bane. Wolves weren’t the only creatures here. I could smell vampires and bear shifters.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

“Nope. My mind was on something else entirely.” “Come on, Tabby. Look at these pictures. Doesn’t it look like fun?” Valerie held out her phone and showed her the pictures. Tabitha scrolled through them. It did look like it would be fun. They had all kinds of stuff there. Pool tables, techno lights, bubbles, and dancing were all shown. The little disclaimer got her attention. "Oh, alright. It does look interesting. What's this about wearing clothes that can get dirty?" "Apparently they do some kind of body paint there that pops under the black lights. That's why I want to go. It sounds like so much fun. So, we're definitely going Saturday?"