Nightmare Guy Novels & Stories

Jess slowly turned, not sure if she wanted to see what behind her was. “Mom” Jess whispered and threw her hands on her mouth as she saw her mother dead, still holding the gun she just used on herself. Tears filled Jess eyes. She run towards her mother, but before she could reach her, she disappeared. Jess lookeda round but it was pitch black again. “Mom!” Jess yelled into the darkness, her voice breaking because of the tears in her throat. “Who do you think you are?!” The man from her nightmares asked. Jess spun around to find the source of the voice. There he was. Jess fell over unto her backside as she was shocked by his precents. He held the old brown belt that Jess knew so well.

Few Week Later Lance I jumped out of my sleep. My body was drenched in sweat, and I was shaking like a leaf. I wiped my face with my hand, and took a deep breath. These nightmares are killing me. Every night I close my eyes I see that man standing over me with the gun in his hands, then he pulls the trigger, and when I wake up, I feel like I’m still waiting to wake up from another nightmare. I can’t get it out of my head. I need a drink. That would help, but Kendall refuses to give me my vodka, or at least whiskey. Something to get my mind off all this.

Dream Nightmare's cultivation is actually not high, scary just he can control people, if he can't control people with nightmare anymore, then facing Yi pupil non-flower two people join hands, he only has one way to die, there is no doubt about it. ...... "Finally, is it going to end?......" Xiao Chen's body kept falling downwards, and it was as if Ning Yan's voice sounded in his ears again, "Gongzi's hometown, it must be very beautiful, I'm waiting for Gongzi... ..." "Nimbus ...... No! It's not over yet!" Xiao Chuan let out a loud shout, his body suddenly rose up with a golden aura, and he rushed towards the sky again, and with a "rumbling" sound, the two of them exchanged blows once again,

After all, Nightshade had killed my friends, and I wanted to know how to stop them before they killed anyone else. I passed by several rooms, and they were quiet. Too quiet. "Let me go!" someone yelled from a room, and then it sounded as if something hit metal. "Someone, help! Let me go, or I'll kill you all!" "Yeah, right, buddy," another man said, laughing. "Come on," someone else said. "He's not going to talk right now. Maybe he'll change his mind when we come back with the Destroyer." Someone burst out laughing. "Yeah, right! Destroyer my ass!" Then it sounded like the bars were rattling again. "You have no idea who you're dealing with!"

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.

I nodded, and we waited for the first fight to begin. We didn’t wait long. The guy running the fights was someone I recognized—the scorpion shifter from the car dealership. I didn’t recognize him instantly, but when I really looked close, it was easy to see. He announced the first fight of the night, and I watched closely as the first two guys walked into the ring. It was Jay, and Lenard. Lenard the mosquito, who’d tried to bribe me to mate with him. I bit back a grin. If Liv’s not-mate lost to a mosquito…

“I trust the badge. Talk.” Dante opened a metal case, pulled out a stack of photos. “You’re looking for this guy.” He tossed a picture onto the bench. “Showed up two months ago. No name. Real quiet. Real fast. Broke three jaws and a collarbone his first night. Paid in cash. Disappeared like fog.” Nolan narrowed his eyes on the photo. Julian. Younger. But unmistakable. “He’s not human,” Dante muttered, not even trying to sound sane. “I’ve seen a lot of tough bastards in that ring. But he moved like smoke. And when he smiled… he had fangs.”

Pushing, shoving, and cursing was going on everywhere, nobody wanted to become collateral damage. Nightmare saw all this and his blood boiled, wrinkles filled his old face as he clenched his fist even tighter and increased his speed back home. In the time he had been away, all hell had broken loose. He just hoped that it was not too late to save who needed the pavilion.