Nightmare Fanart Novels & Stories

I want him to know that I will not be in any danger again because we will both protect each other. “Being with you means accepting the fact that I will constantly be facing nightmares and I am fine with that.” I lifted my head and stared at his eyes. “You can call me crazy but those nightmares enticed me into entering your whole life.” “Asper…” I smiled. “I love you, Caspian Jyn.” I caressed his cheeks. “And I am ready to face any kind of nightmare just to be with you.” “But…”

There’s a screaming storm surrounding it and flashes of red, demonic lightning. But I see it, clear as day. So cautious, afraid, and hopeful, I reach a hand toward it. I summon Neron, collecting all the power I can. I reach. I imagine killing that pulsing darkness. My hands glow blue and brilliant. And the second I touch it, my brain is filled with screams, a howling storm of rage. And everything goes dark.

They really has no soul, I don't know why people like them are still alive in the world. "So this is your reward, I'll send the email." They laughed before turning off the cellphone. We all looked at each other, Julian quickly grabbed my cellphone from me, he didn't go to my email account if he didn't do something else that wasn't sent directly to the account and the only email there was a picture, an old dress? Then the second one is a symbol of a lake and a volcano and then finally the snow? Is it fooling us? Don't let him say he brought Sera to another country!

I started looking at the other mirrors hoping something in them would give me a clue on how to escape this acid trip nightmare. Looking at the mirrors, they were all paintings with me in them. What’s with the Shit Witch and art? Is that her thing, or is she pulling that from my mind? I enjoy art, but this takes it to a fucked up level. Each painting melted away to show me some nightmare scene. Behind the mirror with me as the Mona Lisa was a torture scene of the Shit Witch cutting into Thales, harvesting his organs while he was still alive and screaming. He was screaming for me to save him.

I asked, squinting my eyes trying to get a glimpse of the stranger. “Oh please I know more than your name bunny, I know everything about you” he said taking two more steps. “So you are a stalker then, how long have you been stalking me?” I panicked as I took more steps back. “I’m not a stalker bunny, I’m your nightmare” the voice said and just like the wind he disappeared into the shadows like he was never there, my heart sank into my stomach as his last words echoed in my head. I’m your nightmare.

At the mention of Dante, the two men knew that they had to leave, or they would be roasted for wasting his time by talking to her. “We are leaving; you can have breakfast with him. We will schedule ours another time; you can call us later.” Rider shoved a card into her hand. “We also have a gamers club; hit me up, and you will be invited.” Before she could open her lips to respond, the men were already gone. “What the hell happened?” She inquired. “What's up with them?” “Don't you know who your voter is?” He crooked his head to the side. “He is Dante Volkov, the most dangerous man in the world. Why wouldn't they run away when they are wasting your time dining with him?”

Beneath the unfinished HERE LIES line, smaller text glowed into being, as if responding to the brush of my breath on the stone. Titles. In a neat column, each one is separated by a tiny, blood‑red dot. “Salt & Silence.” “Ghosts in the Vents.” “Grin Wiring.” “The Bone City.” “Housekeeping for the Damned.” “Untitled Train Thing.” “Dead Girls Don’t Trend.” “Threadcount.” Some had skull icons next to them, jagged and final. Some had hourglasses, half‑full, sand frozen mid‑fall. One or two just… flickered, as if the system didn’t know whether to mark them as alive or dead.

They fall asleep together on the grass floor with the Moon goddess keeping watch over them. Adrian wakes up first, he stretches his body languidly. Learning to control transformations at full moons is a mastery, one that is known to him. For this reason, he can wake up the morning after a full moon and not wonder what havoc he may or may not have wreaked the previous night. Although, there are certain unaccountable scenarios where his true nature shows who still has the upper hand. He's about to get up when he hears a feminine sleepy whimper. He turns around and it's the annoying tyrant that he gave a brush down the other day. He looks at her closely and sees love bites on her neck where her

It was very exciting, and extremely expensive to get in, I never dreamed about anything like this, but I loved! I dragged daddy with me along with our bodyguards toward the first painting, the lady in the painting eyes would follow you everywhere, it's said some of these paintings would come to live at night, I don't know if it's for real or if my friend back at school was making fun of me, I tend to fall for teasing easily, Ari isn't the first one to get me. The next art had some vampire blood in it, it was crimson red, the painting is supposed to show the pain and betrayal, I didn't like that. We moved to one of the demons art, it looks dark, if you put your head close your could see the w

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.