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.

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!"

Jake patted the petite hand that rested on his shoulder. It was exactly three in the morning when a cold blast of air and the stench of sulfur woke Jake. He froze in fear, had the hell hounds found him and gotten in? He couldn’t see in the darkness. Beside him, Nadia stirred awake too. Their eyes met and then turned to the door of the bedroom. There was a man there in the doorway. Jake relaxed, somehow a man seemed less terrifying than one of those hell beasts. “I hate to wake you but I am afraid my idiot associate brought me the wrong briefcase.” The figure came closer. We was well dressed, every hair in place, but his eyes seemed to glow orange.

To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking—” “I will make this pledge to you,” said a smooth, deep voice. “Your and your companion’s death will be swift if you come out now. Otherwise? Well, my men can be rather brutal.” “Who the hell is this?” “Some call me Papa Nightmare. That is certainly what I am to you this morning. But I can also be merciful. Come out and I will make your deaths quick and painless.” Roo had never heard the man speak before. He’d only heard the stories, stories of terror and torture for pleasure. Stories of death—and worse than death.

The next day David woke up early since it was Saturday he had nowhere to go. He He decided to go and check up on Stella and admit his feelings for her. He decided to stop being a coward and take responsibility for her pregnancy. He was ready to do anything for her to forgive him and give him a second chance. He went to her door and was about to knock when he heard her talking but this time it seems like her constant nightmare she always tell him about. He opened the door and went inside and Tru to his thought she was having a nightmare. He walked up to her on the bed and woke her up cuddling her. "Is okay baby. I'm here don't be scared." He started coaxing her when she started crying. "David

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

People that still roamed the land, waiting for their opportunity to strike. We still hadn't found Ryker, and that further added to my slightly scared mood. The night before, I'd found it so strange that I'd been tormented by a nightmare about it, particularly that day when he had me.on my knees and sunk his canines into my neck with no mercy, forcefully marking me. I'd seen in screams.and a pool of my own sweat. Maverick had pulled me into his arms shortly after and whispered gentle words of encouragement into my ears until I finally fell asleep.

And scar guy, what did he mean by that? What does me being human have to do with anything? Wasn't he human? No, the way he moved. He was too fast. It was like nothing I've ever seen. 'Are you sure about that?' I blink in surprise, taken aback by my consciousness. What did I experience last night? Who did I actually encounter last night? Scar guy was different, his eyes almost glowed in the dark as he stared down at me. I remember this. And then that guy, he might have been less crazed but still, I wouldn't put it past him to be worse off than scar guy.

I walk down the stairs into the basement, where Mario immediately hands me the phone since we are out of earshot. Nightingale never calls anyone, people call him, if they can figure out how to get his number. He is a very high profile hitman that works for my family, and probably many others. No one has ever heard his voice, or even know what he looks like, he is very private, and one can only imagine why. “Night, to what do I owe this pleasure?” I say as soon as I put the phone to my ear. “There’s no pleasure at all. You have something that belongs to me,” the deep robotic muffled voice practically spits through the phone. My face furrows into a frown, whatever this is isn’t good.

The scary guy snapped his head round to look at me in shock, before turning back to Percy and finally noticing that he was starting to turn an alarming shade of purple. “Shit,” he said, dropping him onto the floor. Percy shot me a look which I took as a thank you. After coughing a few times, he finally stood up. “What the fuck Nathan?” he croaked out. Nathan. So the scary guy’s name was Nathan. That kind of suited him. Now that he wasn’t wearing a hard hat, I could see that his hair was dark brown but he had a streak of silver running down one side. It kind of reminded me of Harry Potter’s scar but on his hair. I wondered briefly whether he’d been hit by lightning at some point in his lif