Nightmare Fanart Novels & Stories

Alyssa said as she gently squeezed my hand. "Remember, Dannie, the nightmares will fade with time. You're strong." said Janelle. Sofia's voice was soothing as she spoke. "We're all here to support you, Dannie, and we'll do whatever it takes to help you heal." "And if you ever need a good distraction, I've got a list of hilarious movies we can watch." Layla said. I managed a weak smile, tears welling in my eyes as I looked at all of them. I was grateful for their unwavering support but I could not shake the feeling of unease that had settled over me.

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

The voices intensified as a beam of light lit up Jeremy on a higher stage. The rhythm he played started soft and slow but little by little the drums intensified. When the symbols crashed, a platform rose onto the stage with Kyung Jiho on it. Hae Mina grinned when she saw the white slivers light up under the black lights. On the back of Kyung Jiho's shirt was his name and on the arm was the Nightide emblem. The drum's symbols crashed and the next instrument joined. One by one, Nightide appeared on the stage with their parts. Hae Mina knew this was not her song to come in on because she had never been given a part.

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.

After that, Marcus stopped trying. Marcus had been convicted of fraud. Nothing violent. He was forty-one, with the tired face of a man who had spent his life avoiding trouble. Prison was supposed to be a brief stop, a lesson. But on his very first night, the nightmares began. From his very first day in prison, Marcus began having nightmares, always the same dream. He dreamed he was walking down a pitch-black alley. The walls were damp, the air thick with the smell of rotting fruit. Far ahead, a single streetlamp flickered, casting a weak yellow circle on the ground. Beneath that light stood a woman in a red dress. Her back was to him. Her hair was long and black, hanging like a curtain. And

Apparently, there were four Shade packs in the area—the Blackmoor Shade Pack, Night Shade Pack, South Shade Pack, and the Thornton Shade Pack. Each pack had their own family color of some sort. The Blackmoors were purple, Souths yellow, Thorntons blue, and the Nights green.

The image of Luna Tina's body, on the floor, in a pool of blood was one of the scenes that played in my nightmares over and over again. The distressed and horrifying look on both alpha Jerry and Christina's face was etched in my mind, fuelling my nightmares. In some of my nightmares, alpha Jerry would yell at me, say all sorts of profanities to me. In one, he killed, using a sword to stab through my chest.

he said and left. Things are getting really awkward, I didn’t travel all the way to the city to sell my body, even if it’s pleasurable. I would rather stick with one man, but it feels wrong with Jack now, knowing he’s a petty snake. Do I really need to go down with Nate as well, what if this is just a game? My dignity is on the line, they do not seem to care about my dignity though. After they had finish exercising, I was waiting in Nate’s bedroom when he came in all sweaty and hot. He removed his singlet, flexing his muscles. He has broad shoulders, his chest fully formed, and his abs were tight as fuck.

Valerie said as she shuddered. "Yeah. Well, let me get back out there while these are cooking. Don't worry, Val, I'll be careful if that guy comes back in here." "Alright, girl. I'll talk to you later." Tabitha wasn’t going to tell Valerie about the dreams involving Mark. Those were the real nightmares. They had evolved from just him raping her after being with the man she couldn’t see. There were several where he forced himself on her. She shuddered as she thought about those. That was part of her past that she didn’t care to remember.