Nightmare Klonoa Novels & Stories

I had unknowingly closed my eyes. But when I opened them, the two alphas were face to face. He was foaming at the mouth as he banged against the glass, ramming it with his whole body as it shook. Dr. Dawson smirked. He taped the glass with a mocking expression. As the specimen had nothing he could think of doing for more intimidation. He started to pace back and forth, staring Dr. Dawson down, growling at him and baring his teeth.

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

“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.

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.