Nightmare Guy Novels & Stories

His pitch-black eyes are looking at me as if he knows me. I reach up and stroke the horse gently on his muzzle until Alfred shouts loudly from behind me. "Watch out!" Alfred runs to my side and pulls me away from the fence. He puts his body between me and the horse. "This is Nightmare," Alfred explains. "He belongs to King Leonidas. He is not kind." Nightmare nips angrily at Alfred's shoulder. Alfred tries to push the horse away, but Nightmare bites down on his fingers. "Damn it," Alfred hisses, pulling his hand away from Nightmare. His hand is dripping blood onto the snow. He tries to hide it from me, but I pull his hand away from his chest.

The two bloodsuckers Mikali was holding at gunpoint in a dark cavern looked exactly like what Jo had been imagining when she’d picked out two potential snitches in her mind. Both of them were groveling on the ground, sweat pouring from their undead foreheads as they pleaded with the Guardian to let them go. Mikali was glaring at them, standing at his full height, which had to be at least six three since he towered over Jo, alternating the target at the end of his Beretta from one sniveling bastard to the other.

"I didn't use hospital software, Jax. And I didn't use anything the Council gave me," Chatmory explained. He leaned back against the counter, a ghost of a smile touching his weary face. "A few months ago, I had to stitch up a human. A real piece of work who calls himself 'The Weaver.' He used to spend his nights in the neutral territory pawning himself off as some mysterious werewolf, but he’s really just a tech-savant who got in way over his head."

In the end, an avalanche swallowed him whole while he was traversing the Eternal Frost Range. Suppressing the surging hatred burning within me, I clenched my fists so tight that my nails bit into my palm. "Dad, I choose Aidan to be my mate." Although Aidan Rosales was not the strongest werewolf among the four candidates, he had quietly delivered herbs to me whenever I got injured. After my sudden death in my previous life, he was the only one who swore to the Moon Goddess beneath a full moon to unearth the truth behind my death, even though everyone else advised against it.

It was that dark, mysterious figure he had crossed paths with on the street—the one with the chilling vibe. Now seated on the couch across from him, the face beneath the hood was barely visible in the dim light. Pale… too pale, with dark cracks creeping along every inch of his skin, tracing down to the body concealed by the hoodie. Those eyes were like the abyss of darkness itself. They stared straight into Mason—predatory, hollow. He looked like a dead man walking with a terrifying presence. “Who are you?” Mason asked, voice slightly trembling. “Nightmare,” the man’s dark lips curled into an evil smile. “In your sleep, you kept saying the words—‘Don’t leave me, Lucian. Please don’t leave me

He never knew this man was ever going to appear in front of him in this life, even though he spent a few years of a nightmare just seeing this man in his dream, a scary nightmare. “Och, long time no see Anthony West, I never thought I would see you like this, almighty Antony West already scared after seeing an old friend of his, I just came, are you not going to welcome me? The young man sneered at his cowardly act. “Shh, please go away, go away; I don’t want to see you” Antony lost his sense. He was trying to survive and wanted to wake up from his nightmare; he needed to wake up. He scratched his face and told himself to wake up, but how can an awake person wake up from the nightmare? It’s

Bad. Cash and I were the only ones that survived the Nightmare from our family. Mom and Dad were already sick by the time the vampires came to our home to 'save' us. The vamps were only there for me. They had found out about my IQ and wanted my brain to join them. I had insisted that they saved my brother as well. I may have made it a deal breaker.

"Goofy. Calm. A plain idiot. Ryder's sidekick. A fucking pushover…" Ghost shuddered as she went on to mention the sick attributes of that Jason guy. It didn't match with his. He could never be goofy or calm. That wasn't him. But it could be the guy in his nightmares. The one who looked exactly like him. Now he wasn't sure if that guy was his past or just a sick doppelganger. "Would you let go? I know you're not trying to kill me!" Ciara tugged aggressively at his steel grip.

A flicker of rage sparks in his gaze, clearly remembering his earlier anger at Ryan as his head had emerged from beneath the table. “That’s enough, NIck,” Marcus’s voice rumbles out, chastising his friend and cutting off ryan's’s response. The name echoes in my mind as I attempt to place where I’ve heard it before. “NIck?” I ask, stumbling a step back as apprehension sparks in my mind. “Nick Gustan.” Ryan jerks back in surprise, clearly recognizing the name too. The name is a statement, not a question anymore because I know the man standing in front of me. Any person with underground connections would know that name. But hell, I hadn’t even known he was a wolf, let alone that he was allied w

He exhaled a deep breath and then rubbed his face with both of his palms. I waited for his next reaction but nothing came out from his mouth. He just stared at the floor. I licked my lips in hesitation and tried to figure out the strange expression he has on his face. "As long as I remember, sleep was never my thing because whenever I tried to sleep, I was afraid of having a nightmare." "See the irony the person who himself call as nightmare was really scared of them." He added and closed his eyes again. I quietly looked at him, waiting for his next words.