Nightmare Guy Novels & Stories

Black American,7ft 1inch tall,bald headed with tattoos all over his two arms,his neck and his left cheek. Studs on his two earlobes and a nose ring. He looked like a criminal who just got out of jail and he looked frightening each time he frowns. They say,he was once a ring fighter.Ice cold. Real name,Shawn Gomez. To be honest with you,I like this guy. As his name depicts,he was very calm and quiet. You could underestimate this guy but girl! You would be shocked out of your skin. Not too tall but taller than storm. He is good with the machine guns and long range guns. A former assassin and now,he works for Jake.

“Absolute Darkness: Evasive Killing” Using nothing but his hand, Mane sliced through the man’s neck like it was butter and a fountain of blood was opened. Before the headless corpse could even touch the ground, Mane had activated Star Flicker again, and he was out of sight. “Watch your backs!” Nasir screamed, but his warning came a second too late. For another headless figure was falling to the ground. Mane didn’t dally and moved to the last Low Level Nightmare. And he too was killed without being able to muster any resistance.

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.

I stop to dry when I enter the lodge, my eyes quickly see three things: the priAngela, the rowan boundary has been broken; the second, the sliding entrance is fully open last, the ghost rider we now discover lies sprawled on the ground, his cap resting alone in one corner. After hearing one of my companions bow, I stroll to the compound and enter, crouching close to the rider to get an even more intense look at the massive injury to his head, under which is a developing pool of faint blood. The moment I hear someone hacking, I turn up to see Justo Ramiro lying near the transformer. Roman is the person who drives towards him and picks him up in a solo roll holding him by the shoulders, breaki

I stated hoping that was enough of an explanation. He nodded while his friends stopped talking and were now looking at me. "Ohhh finally got a new assistant she's cuter than the last." The first one said. He was tall, around 6'2 with wide shoulders and muscles that you could see printed through his turtleneck shirt. His brown eyes held mischief and his smile showed a straight set of white teeth. His brown hair was slicked back and fit him perfectly showing off his high cheek bones.

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

Dante sent short messages every day. Day one: In Montana. Following a lead. Day three: Found the bullet maker. He talked. Name of the shooter is Reaper. Day five: Reaper was hired for three jobs. All Council targets. I’m close. Every message made my heart race. Every day without him made the house feel empty. I started having nightmares again. This time it was a man in a black mask standing over my bed. I would wake up gasping and reaching for Dante. Ethan would hold me until I stopped shaking.

​My mind screamed the truth, fast and clear, shattering my fear and replacing it with a cold, terrifying calculation: The crippling injury is a lie. ​Alpha Ronan Thorne, the terrifying Night God, was not broken. He was pretending.

Who could it be? The base’s clinic is a small room tucked in the back. It has all sterile white walls and the sharp smell of antiseptic. Jade, our medic, is bandaging a guy’s arm when I walk in. I recognize him immediately—Ghost, one of the Shadow Riders’ heavy hitters. His face is pale, but his eyes are sharp, watching me as I step closer. “MG” he calls, his voice rough but steady. “ It's no wonder Nyx shot you.” I say, forcing a smile. The guy was very rude at me the last time I was at their clubhouse, suspecting me for being a snitch.

she seemed like a nice chick but looks can be deceiving sometimes. Remembering that my glass was empty, l headed back towards the kitchen but l got sidetracked when l saw some commotion going on in the backyard. It looked like a giant circle of bodies was surrounding someone upside. Heading out, l got a better view from the deck and saw that they were clearing on someone doing a keg stand. Of course they were. What else am going to witness tonight. Upon closer examination, l noticed that it was none other than the sinfully attractive guy named John - from earlier. Seriously though there was no way that his name is John. He is clearly from Russia and there was no way in hell would his parents