Nightmare Klonoa Novels & Stories

“This is going to be a nightmare.” “It is a nightmare, Kyle.” Kit said softly. “And I fear it is only going to get worse from here on out.” Her quiet words echoed throughout the room. They all knew it was true. It was going to be a fight and one with some very dire results if they lost it. Both men looked at Kit and knew she would fight to the death, and she would be the one titled the winner in the end. She was willing to walk into the nightmare and pull everyone out safely. She also thought it was what friends did. She couldn’t have been more wrong with that statement. This was more than friendship in the end. This was family.

I was the exhibit, and the world was watching my capture in real-time. “You guys are seeing things!” Clara laughs, getting back to the stream. I made sure that I hid well this time, and I checked on the stream — they couldn’t see me anymore. Suddenly, the bedroom door creaked open. Footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. The floorboards groaned above me. I saw two bare feet stop inches from my face, toenails painted a familiar shade of pink. Jasmine perfume filled my lungs. Clara is still smiling on my screen, but her soft, familiar voice spoke also raised by my ear-

I wasn’t sure if Luna had informed him of the decision this late at night. Seeing my silence, Kelvin let out a low, mocking laugh, his gaze dripping with contempt. His wolf mirrored the same smugness, as though no one but him could ever be my mate. He turned to Amanda and said, with exaggerated sarcasm, “You’re mistaken, my Luna. There is one more option—a rogue wolf. You remember him, don’t you? The one exiled from our pack three years ago. Oh right... I nearly forgot I even had a younger brother.”

Solemnly, I swept my gaze across the circle of grotesque and terrifying, yet strangely harmless faces of the ghosts, one by one. Under the barrage of "Human, come cuddle!" inner voices, I admitted defeat. A clingy human wasn't scary, but a clingy ghost was. A whole classroom of clingy ghosts was an absolute nightmare! I took a steadying breath, picked up the notebook, and resumed searching for more clues. The notebook's owner was named Peggy Clark. Her handwriting was neat and pretty, and for some reason, it felt vaguely familiar.

Wincing, she let herself be pulled back by Solia. Solia was more focused on breaking the legs; if she could do that, Adora was going to have no choice but to crawl out of the room with her. She walked around the room and searched for anything in the drawers. Then she came across a hammer. She smirked. That was going to do. She held the hammer in her hand and walked back to Adora, who was backing away and at the same time bawling. Luck was not on her side because Solia broke her ankles with a wide grin on her face.

The heavy, calculated rhythm made the situation seem frozen, forcing every heartbeat to race faster. Closer and closer. The footsteps grew stronger, sounding a wordless warning that could not be ignored. Then a flash of eyes emerged from the dense darkness. Those eyes pierced the night with a menacing glow, watching with unmistakable intent. Each look radiated a promise of death, an irrevocable decree they would fulfill that night. The Nimbria pack attacked so suddenly. They came like a storm on a still night. The heavy sound of footsteps, the bloodthirsty howls of wolves, and the terrifying clash of bodies merged into a terrifying symphony of chaos.

Your sister is next! Your, Nightmare There was a roaring wolf stamp and the end of the letter. I wonder how they know that I'm alive. First of all, I don't even know who 'they' are. After brainstorming I concluded. I think I know who they are. They surely did not name themselves but they did leave a small sign. The roaring wolf confirms it.

My Luna. But now, standing here, faced with the reality that Claire was not just an ordinary agent but the head of the very agency that had become my second family, a profound sense of duty washed over me. The shock gradually transformed into a fierce determination, a willpower to rescue her from Zack’s clutches, the cunning mastermind who sought to manipulate and control her for his own sinister purposes.

“But Clayton was born with a mission to protect Sonya Duville from you. It has been written in the sky, Knight Richard. You know it and you sense it. I am pretty sure you understand how the system in the universe is operating.” Knight Richard inhaled and regulated his breaths, he tried to make his emotions controllable. “What do they do in The Sacred Land?” Claudia sighed. “They also have some twisted destinies that both of them should accomplish, Knight Richard.” “Is he the wolf from Hengelbert’s bloodline?” Claudia nodded. “His name is Clayton Stein. He’s a doctorate student program in anthropology.” Knight Richard smirked. “The Steins!” He seemed to remember all the information.

“You may not have remembered me, but I am one of the child, whom you save from…from the rogue’s attack before. My name is Klay.” Klay. That’s why he was familiar. One time, while Noah is away to another pack, we were attacked by rogues. I am the only one left the day, no matter how much I insist to come, but he wouldn’t leave me be. That day, I began to understand the reason why, when I defended my pack in spite of the fact that the encounter almost killed me on the spot. Noah rushed back, when he heard the news, but he is more concerned to others than visiting his hospitalize Luna on the infirmary. “We don’t have much time.” His companion said in a rushed voice.