Nightmare Guy Novels & Stories

boss. He got pulled out of his awkwardness when he heard an abrupt cry which although was somewhat faint, managed to sound heartbreaking to his ears. One was stunned to see that it was his boss' woman crying her heart out and almost instantly, One felt his head grow bigger and bigger with her cries. He, One as the leader of the elite team of Blood Gang, Nighthawk wasn't afraid of anything but a woman's cries and tried to avoid anything related to woman for that same reason!

He finally comes to the point. Taking a deep breath, I began, "For almost a year now, I am getting a nightmare every damn night where I am hiding from a guy who is after me with a gun in his hand which sacred me a lot, I always wake up at midnight, terrified of that thought of someone killing me." Raising his right brow in thought, he asked. " Then, that nightmare is the reason why you couldn't able to sleep, so how's it relates to me?" "Because that guy is none other than you. " I felt like I caught him off guard for a moment as I continue, "and that's not it even in my nightmare you are calling me sweetheart. "

“Usually I’m aware that I’m having a nightmare. At first, I was stuck and had to move a huge boulder that was about to squash me. Over and over again, I couldn’t move it. I’m just there, pushing with all my might but nothing is happening. This overwhelming sense of dread though…” “I could take it. I know survivors experience nightmares all the time. I thought I was a tough cookie. But when I got home… that’s when the really awful things started. He… there was a man… there is a man in my nightmares. He comes at night. He doesn’t have a face or even a body. He slithers around, in the beginning, he was just black smoke. It was a shape always hovering over me.” I shivered. I cannot explain the d

No discrimination between wolves, vampires or humans. Though I had such a beautiful experience when I settled for the night I had a terrible nightmare. I was drenched in blood standing in the midst of bodies faces I could recognize, Sia, Giveon, Max, Brad and Nathan. The dream shattered with a violent jolt. I shot upright in bed, sweat clinging to my skin, my heart slamming against my ribs. My breathing was ragged, but the images refused to fade. The metallic scent of blood still lingered in my nostrils, the cries still rang in my ears.

I close the gap, lift my leg, and kneed his foot. “Dream big, asshole, but try to keep it realistic.” I tossed the knife and went back to the living room for the coffee. Day Two of Hell on Earth, starring Aiden Smith as Lucifer. ****

Startled by the voice, I jolted forward and looked back only to see this lean-built guy with pale skin and dark red eyes standing behind me with a huge grin on his face. He had his black hair styled in a mohawk and wore a handless black jacket to match, making him look like your stereotypical biker gang member or something. But something was off about him. This guy's a... "Nimue, meet Loki. My vampire associate and contact in the southern district." Jin pointed at the man, his face expressionless as he let out a sigh.

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 woke with a gasp, my heart hammering in my chest. The terror of the nightmare lingered, and I sucked in air, trying desperately to calm down. Every night, it was the same. I was standing in the dark woods, and there across the clearing stood Matt. Only, I never got to him in time. I ran and screamed, begging him to get away, but Ronan always appeared to tear out his heart. I’d have to watch him fall to his knees, blood staining the snow.

Contrary to its massive size, the nightmare origin blinked in front of Phil and smacked him with his mantis hands, it used the dull side of the blade to maximize the blunt force trauma Phil will need to endure. Sensing the nightmare origin in front of him, Phil hurriedly crossed his arms as he saw the nightmare origin raising its arms and smacked him with its arm. Phil flew backward both his arms were broken due to how heavy the blow the nightmare origin dealt, but his suffering did not end there. The nightmare origin once again flashed towards Phil while he was flying backward, this time using the sharp side of its mantis arm, it cleanly sliced both of Phil's legs. Phil screamed in pain see

No, this couldn't be what I think it is. “Who.. are you?” I asked. “Randall of the Night Terrors, Your Highness,” a smirk played on his lips. “Impressive enough?” My shoulders sagged in horror. The Night Terrors were an infamous terrorist pack consisting of thieves, robbers, and all forms of criminals one could imagine. They were made of Lycans who were three times more powerful and deadlier than regular wolves. And before was the legendary king of thieves, Alpha Randall Forte.