Nightmare Demon Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Katarina de’Basille.” Kat sat forward in her seat, leaning her forearms on the desk and giving Ruben an intense stare. “What is the name Basille to you?” “Basille? There is only one Basille that I know of…Lord Basille…One of the ninth level High Demon Lords in the Demon Realm.” Kat looked intensely at Ruben with her eyebrows raised waiting for him to make the connection. Suddenly his eyes went wide and they lifted to hers with a look that was hard to decipher. She smiled ever angelically at him, such a huge contrast from the formidable mouth of teeth just moments ago.

I screamed, yes, I screamed at the sight of his long face and his black-as-night eyes along with his sharp, slime-filled teeth. He was a demon. A demon that wanted to take Jay.

I narrowed my eyes in focus, following what he was saying very carefully. Alec placed his palms facing up on the armrests. “I’m going to move my chair a bit so we can jump right in. I know time isn’t necessarily on our side,” he got up and inched the chair until it was still facing the wall behind me, but our chairs were nearly side by side. “I - I’m not like other vampires. I’m actually not even all vampire. Which is why I thought I’d never get a mate… Anyways- my mother was actually a Nightmare Demon. They’re nearly extinct now. But centuries before, they were more common,” he waved a hand, dismissing himself. “Long story short - I can access my ability to w

A volcano-like bout of black magic swirled beneath our feet and erupted, tossing us aside while shattering the cloak I whipped up earlier to hide myself and Malle…er…Erzelus. The pandemonium of satanic voices swirled up high in the sky, along with a whirl of powerful waves of black magic which rippled through the air, making it hard to breathe. The distorted, demonic voice spoke, sounding somewhat muffled as if it was coming from deep inside the grounds that cracked beneath our feet just a few seconds ago. I knew that voice. It was Nahevra. Her alter ego in the human realm is Lilith—Incarnate of malice, mother of all demons.

“You’ll regret this for knowing.” “I don’t give a damn. What kind of demon lord had imprisoned you?” “I cannot say his name,” Janshai replied. “But I know his order of ranking amongst the six demon lords. His mysterious strength places him in the second … He is most powerful at night … when everyone is asleep. He draws his power from others’ fear. The King of Nightmares some call him.” Arth looked at the man under his stormed brows. “King of Nightmares …” he muttered.

The creature that crashes through the shrine's ceiling is nightmare made flesh. It's massive, easily fifteen feet tall, with skin like molten obsidian and eyes that burn like furnaces. Wings spread from its back, leathery and torn, blocking out what little light remains. This isn't a possessed human. This is a demon in its true form. "Malphas!" Pete's voice is filled with relief and reverence as he struggles to his feet. "Master, you came!" The demon—Malphas—surveys the chamber with those burning eyes, taking in the freed children, the interrupted ritual, Derek's broken form protecting me. His laughter shakes the walls.

Wilbur heaved a sigh of relief at the words, but Nightless Elder proceeded to say something that shocked him to his core. "You're the Night Demon, Wilbur." "What? I'm the Night Demon?" Wilbur pointed at himself with a shaking finger, unable to believe that he was the Night Demon. Nightless Elder said, "Yes, you heard that right. Did you forget what I said, Wilbur? The Night Demons appear every time darkness falls. The skies are now filled with dark clouds, covering the sun completely. That's a sign of the Night Demon's coming. You, Wilbur Penn, are the fifth Night Demon."

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.

Hatred was the feeling that flowed through his strings at me, and it hurt. Of course I had no right to feel like that; but my emotions never do as they're told and I refuse to rip these ones out. Just because I have no right to feel this way doesn't mean I don't deserve to. Knight is what his name was, but he enjoys going by Fractured now. He was supposed to be the Nightmare Master’s loyal dog who would kill anyone who went near him. Of course, he wasn't actually loyal, just doing as he was told so that his family wouldn't suffer the consequences.

With no knowledge of which way to go, I hit something hard and I black out. The next thing I know I wake up screaming in my bed, I shiver uncontrollably as the dried sweat makes my hair stick to my head. The sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, but my heart beat is already slowing because I’m at home safe and secure from any of those monsters out there in the woods. It was just a nightmare. In all the 17 years of my life, that would have to be the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I know I can’t go back to sleep after having a nightmare like that, so I get my phone out and check the time, its 2 in the morning I still have 5 hours until I have to get up. What am I going to do? I figure I