Nightmare Fairytales Novels & Stories

Nora closes her eyes and starts chanting something, bringing both her hands closer and joining them. I look at Fenris to see if he knows anything but he's also looking at them confusingly. "Your nightmares or dreams are real, child, not like the modern science terms regarding dreams being thoughts and all that crap. What you dream, is what has actually happened to you once when you were little. This nightmare must be the one where the witch once tried to kidnap you but failed because your dad saved you but your mother wasn't carrying a pup," says elder Raoul and I sit up straighter beside Fenris trying to link his dream with the real life.

Legend has it they are made out of nightmares—the opposite of unicorns. Because while unicorns usually spread happiness, nightsteeds trick children into getting on their backs. The horse will then fly away and take the child into the forest to never return. "Can I make such an evil creature listen to me? There is only one way to find out..." I closed my eyes, reaching into a void of darkness. Nightsteed, nightsteed. Focus, Matthew. I searched until I found two glowing orbs staring back at me, and I returned to reality, where a black horse is glaring back at me.

Nyra It took me two days—and way too much late-night scrolling—to find anything solid about Fantasies. Most of what I found online was vague, broken, or so cryptic it might as well have been written in Morse code. People online just kept repeating the same thing: It’s not for everyone. Which, of course, made me want it more. I was huddled in the break room, elbows on the table, completely absorbed in a thread called “What really happens at Fantasies,” when a voice cut through the silence.

It seemed I would be the only one paying my respects at this mid-autumn festival. I had not even reached the door when a harsh crash echoed through the air. My chest tightened. I ran inside and saw several workers swinging sledgehammers at the walls. “Stop!” I shouted and stormed in. The house was a wreck. Furniture was smashed to splinters. Lance stood amidst the ruins, seizing my mother's ancestral tablet and smashing it to the ground. Crack! The tablet shattered into pieces. He was not satisfied. He stomped on my mother’s black-and-white portrait, grinding it into the floor.

“Ah, yes, sorry, light hurricane ate the tram. Gorgeous, though.” Peace again, the precarious version. Do not be fooled by pretty balance. It is always one insult, one ambition, one night too long without sleep away from surrendering to gravity. By the time our story begins, Nytherra is a painting you could fall into if you’re not careful. Skyscrapers ribbed with runes. Airships purring like cats along the sky’s spine. Street markets at midnight with lanterns dripping color and vendors calling out spells in prices: “Three charms for a coin, honey, a fourth if you smile like you mean it.” A wolf boy on a balcony with his elbows on the railing, staring at a moon that keeps staring back. A fae

"Did you know that dullahans have literal nightmares as steeds? As in the levitating spectral demon horses usually only commanded by the King of Dreams?" I stood up, making a shot for the garbage can with my cup. It bounced off the rim and scared a stray tabby cat. Well if that wasn't a metaphor for this conversation, I don't know what was. "Because I sure as hell didn't when I'd asked him to take me home!" Fun fact: Nightmares are actually very sweet once you get past the teeth. Not so fun fact: They like sudden drops when flying. "Promise. Details," Noelle threatened with a current of magenta magic sparking at her fingers. "Now!"

"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

Why? “Let them go,” Ora yells. “Make me,” Millicent challenged. Ora is no match for Millicent. She is pure evil. The Witch Queen struggled to fight her off, and she was at full power. “Run Ora. Run.” Father Nicholas yelled before Millicent instructed a wolf to use him as a chew toy. It has to be a rogue. Not a chance that a sane wolf would maul a human, especially not in a house of faith. I look up to the rafters and can see movement. Millicent must have cast a spell on the town to get so many creatures here undetected.

E. The Starlians have been at war with the Nightmares for Generations and are currently at a stalemate at Heavens Fall Realm. This realm has been ravaged by a 500 years war between the Nightmares and Starlians. The forces of Nightmares are described as beings covered with pitch black aura and have very good reflexes, smart and cunning. The Nightmares have learned to adapt and evolve throughout the centuries. This is the reason why the Starlians were pushed back from The Land of Demise all the way to Heavens Fall.

Mommy used to tell me that Nightmare is an evil spirit formerly thought to oppress people while they were sleeping. It causes people to experience bad things in their dreams. Yuan used to get annoyed whenever I cry and wet the bed because I had a bad dream. Mom and Dad will come to me and let me sleep in their room.