Nightmare Island Novels & Stories

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

Blue can see through other people’s thoughts and his expression also underwent a big change. “What is the problem?” Hail directly asked, breaking the silence. “Uh… Prince Hail.” It was Fedrich who spoke. He and Melton were already told of these people’s identities, making them surprised that not only are these people royalties, they also possessed powers! Hail turned to him. “That floating island… was a product of the Great War more than five hundred years ago.” Fedrich explained. “That’s not only it, right?” Skye asked. He isn’t stupid. He could guess based on their expressions that this floating island isn’t just a simple island.

He kidnapped her while she was on her way home and brought her to a private resort in Caer City that was located on an island far from the mainland. There were no means of transportation to get out of the island, aside from the yacht that was a few miles from the shore. And since she doesn’t know how to operate it, she doesn't have any choice but to stay there for a week with Rajiv. “Relax, okay?” I caressed her back. “This is business. You can murder him after we finalize the contract, okay?” She looked at me and glared at me but I only gave her my sweet smile.

David’s confession, the shadow at the ravine’s mouth, the realization that the Bone King was not the island’s only nightmare. Jenna’s pulse had not slowed once since leaving the shelter. Even Steeve’s breath trembled in uneven bursts. Their bodies moved because David said to move, but their minds were still trapped in the horrors of the night before. And as dawn strained weakly through the canopy, it became horribly clear: the deeper they followed David, the deeper they stepped into an island that wanted them dead.

I just wanna sleep but I need to find him and get out of here so that I can find a way to get back to Italy. I stand up from my position and I'm pushed back by someone. My body bounces up and down on the soft bed. I narrow my eyebrows realizing it's Alexei. Are you fucking me right now! He isn't dead. I feel his fist contacting my jaw as the bitterness of iron consumes my taste buds. I look up blinking rapidly to clear my vision. Alexei hovered above. I felt a cold sharp object against my neck. "You're such an idiot." Alexei spat pushing the blade against my bare neck.

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.

I jolted awake, trembling violently as cold sweat clung to my skin. A nightmare. Only a nightmare… though Hazel remained strangely restless beneath my skin. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Dominic crossed the room in seconds, concern darkening his expression. He was beside me before I could steady my breathing, his hand closing around mine. "Are you hurt, Natalia?" "I heard you from the room beside yours.” I turned my gaze to him as I regained my composure. "I–I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨 The fishing boat creaked as it cut through the calm, grey waters of the Atlantic. The smell of diesel and old fish was a grounding, humble contrast to the sterile, ozone-scented nightmare of the Island. Maya stood at the railing with the satellite phone heavy in her scarred hand. The video of the pods; the thousands of identical heirs waiting in the dark played on a loop in the back of her mind.

“Ha! You’re cooked, boy.” Scott shrugged the hand off. “No. Enlighten me.” “He’s Larkam,” Trish said, flat as a warning. Larkam leaned close, rum breath and ash. “Never heard the ghost stories?” “Ghost stories,” Scott said, dry as salt. “That’s why they call it Hell Island,” Larkam went on. “Everyone there died. Screams carried across the bay like whales.” “Come on, Lark,” Trish said. “Don’t—”

E. The Starlians have been at war with the Nightmares for Generations and are currently at a stalemate at Heavens Fall Realm. This realm has been ravaged by a 500 years war between the Nightmares and Starlians. The forces of Nightmares are described as beings covered with pitch black aura and have very good reflexes, smart and cunning. The Nightmares have learned to adapt and evolve throughout the centuries. This is the reason why the Starlians were pushed back from The Land of Demise all the way to Heavens Fall.