Nightmare Island Novels & Stories

"I don’t care how many people have to die tonight. I’m taking her back." Remote Island – Fading Hope and Desperation The cold night wind swept over the small island, making Cassandra shiver even more in her torn, filthy clothes. For hours, she had tried to find a way out, but all she discovered were thick forests and towering cliffs that plunged directly into the vast ocean. The sky was growing darker, with only the moon as her single source of light. Cassandra let out a long breath, staring at the old building behind her—the place where she had been held captive. Inside that building, she had found an old radio, but as expected, it didn’t work.

Nova whispered, her amusement clear in her voice. “We’re just bystanders, love,” I murmured back. “We watch.” “Movie’s starting!” Eli announced like a director calling action. “Focus, you two. This is gonna be awesome.” Apparently, his definition of awesome was corpses walking around without heads and people screaming every five minutes. Not that I was complaining—Nova clung to me so tightly I thought my shirt might rip. Arnold wasn’t much better, with Eli gripping his arm. “We should watch this again when we’re alone,” I whispered when Nova jumped at another jump scare.

No one except the man. The lights flickered. Static buzzed in the bulbs. Electricity crackled. The carriage was plunged into darkness, just a split second of impenetrable black that filled my mouth, my nose, my ears, like thick, dank water, choking me, drowning me. When the lights exploded back into life, I saw it. A sheen of silvery skin on the man's cheek, harsh white reflecting off scarred flesh. It was a brief flicker of a bad dream. A touch of a nightmare; there and then gone again so quickly that I had to blink away the haze, but I knew I'd seen it, I'd seen him .

“What happened, Mrs Jackson. How did you get on the floor?” Oh. Right. My first night in the mansion obviously hadn’t been good. When we got back from the dinner, I was already prepared for the nightmares I was going to have that night. But that didn’t happen, because I couldn’t even manage to go to sleep. I had tossed and turned for hours in my new big bed for hours, before accepting that that was my fate for the night. So I took the comforter off the bed and placed it on the floor and decided to lie there, reading more of what I could of the contract until I fell asleep along the line, probably around five am because that was the last time I remembered checking my phone and yeah… Here we w

They made love most of the night until both of them were good and tired. The next morning, Jesse broke everything down and repacked it. They thanked the owners of the ranch. They had even refueled the four-wheelers for them. They drove back to the main part of the island, stopping long enough to eat something. Once they got back to the hotel, they showered and then packed up everything they had.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

POV Sammy I let what Cash's friend and Locke had told us sink in. If they were telling the truth, Kitty was in more danger than we thought. This trip was only going to take a couple of days. Luckily, the Vampires had a road system cleared the entire way down since they had been clearing roads since the start of the Nightmare. They used them to find humans that wanted to be turned. I realized that they were probably taking some humans to feed off of since we all needed blood but I didn't want to think about that part. I couldn't.

“Not anymore.” But before he could say anything else— a notification flashed on his phone screen. One message. No name. Just four words: “You’re already too late.” The tracker light blinked again. Slow. Steady. Hungry. And for the first time since I left that island— I realized the nightmare wasn’t returning. It never left.

Lucifer's revenge came faster and more violently than I imagined. He quelled the rebellion in the Northern Wolf Domain in just one day, and tracked down this top-secret island in just one night. Early the next morning. A massive roar shattered the island's tranquility. Startled awake, I looked out the floor-to-ceiling window—the sky was obscured by dozens of black attack helicopters, like gathering storm clouds. On the sea, warships bearing the Northern Wolf totem surrounded the isolated island so tightly not even water could trickle through.

Or because he didn’t dare close his eyes because of the recurring nightmares. She was his third psychiatrist in less than a month. Her name was Giselle or something. He didn’t care because he desperately wanted to get out of here and avoid confronting his feelings. He only came here because it was an order. The company ordered him to get rid of his affliction as if he had any power to control this illness. Martin knew they wanted him to get better for that outrageous mission. He was key. Otherwise, they wouldn’t get into trouble for finding the best psychiatrist in Manhattan.