Nightmare Labyrinth Novels & Stories

“I don’t get it. She’s just a disabled Alpha werewolf. Not even a good match. Yet Alpha treats her like some treasure. He even schemed to get her sister back so he could get her a liver transplant. And now that she’s well, she’s back to playing the dying act again. How can someone so careless with her life be expected to take on the role of Luna for the pack?” “If you ask me, Alpha is blind—he brought this on himself. The one who truly suffers is the real Luna lying in that bed. They’ve squeezed her dry. Now that the sister’s healthy, she’s back to stealing Alpha. And Luna… she’s still so naïve, not even fighting back.” I curled up under the covers, nervously biting my fingernails. My once-b

Make him know what it feels like to be bitter, and when she's done, he's going to wish he was never born. His name is Rory John Gate and she's going to be his nightmare." She finishes speaking and finally looks over at the little girl and she is already asleep and she gets up and lays a soft kiss on her head and cover her up with the bedsheets, before walking out of the room. Authors message: Hello and welcome to the sequel of Little Nerdy Nightmare I hope you really like the beginning, if you did, leave a review. Love you guys

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

Chapter sixteen. Gabriele's POV. They were back, the nightmares, and this time around, with a vengeance. It was clear in this dream, which only happens very rarely. I could see the blood, hear the raspy screaming and the wailing, the begging, and finally her wide open eyes as they stared at me. My lily stared at me, dead. Her once bright eyes were now dismal and distant and most importantly, dead. Her body was battered. I was trapped in that cycle, that vicious cycle. It's like it was being played in my dream on repeat.

This cruel maze tormented the participants, intentionally impeding their progress with zombies and malignant beings. Some beastmen and women unknowingly walked into a pit of boiling lava, in a bid to find the exit. However, the worst threat within this labyrinth was the Dracevine Terrors. They were creatures born from a fusion of plants and serpents, once harvested from the forbidden forest. Arlen's mind darted toward darkness as his brother's chances remained bleak. Rufus could not risk using his core energy, and his sword was barely allowed to serve its purpose. Rufus was wearing himself out; Arlen could feel it.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the remnants of the nightmare clinging to her like a suffocating fog. The room was bathed in an ethereal light as Luna realized it was all just a dream, a twisted creation of her fearful imagination. Yet, the remnants of the nightmare lingered, leaving her trembling with the weight of a reality she couldn't fully comprehend. As Luna sat there, breathless and tormented, trying to process the horror that had unfolded in her subconscious mind, she couldn't escape the pervasive feeling that there was more to her nightmares than meets the eye. The secrets of her past, the tragic fate of her mother, clung to her like a shroud of mystery, leaving her yearning for ans

Shadows danced along the walls, concealing hidden obstacles and deep pitfalls. "You must trust your instincts and the connection to the moon within you," High Elder Selene advised. "Let its light guide your path Emma." Taking a deep breath, Emma stepped into the labyrinth. The air was thick with an otherworldly stillness, broken only by the sound of her own footsteps. The darkness seemed to press hard against her, testing her resolve. As she ventured deeper into the labyrinth, her senses heightened. She listened intently, relying on her keen hearing to detect the subtle shifts in the environment. With each twist and turn, she felt the presence of the Moonrise Legacy growing stronger within h

He bought every single flower from the florist and sent them to me. Behind him was Melissa Rivers, and she looked whiter than the clouds above. "Mrs. Lawson, I've heard the story. I know you're mad, and Mr. Lawson wants me to apologize. Please don't kick me out. I need this job!" She was holding my hand, pleading for forgiveness. I flung her arm away. I looked at the flowers and turned around to gulp down my pills. "I'm allergic to lilies, Samuel." Samuel's face fell before slapping Melissa. "You had one job!"

My heart is racing and adrenaline floods through me. “Do you hear anything else?” I flick my eyes to Lucas’s face. “There’s no way this is over yet.” “No,” he agrees. “It was too easy. Almost like it was testing us.” “And now that it knows it’s up against a vampire and a witch, they’re going to pull out all the big guns.” I close my eyes and shake my head. “Let’s just hope it’s not hellhounds again.” The floorboards creak and Lucas turns, looking at something I can’t see in the dark.

Time seems to stand still as she collides into my unexpectant body sending us both to the floor in a heap. Tangled limbs. Tangled nightmares. The institution fades away only to be replaced with a little girl’s room. A small unicorn lamp is the only beacon of light in the bedroom. There isn’t much to illuminate. A small desk, bookshelf only half full of books and a few toys, along with a bed. A bed with a small shaking girl on it. A quilt pulled all the way up to the tip of her nose. Nothing but her eyes stick out, darting around the room, searching for something.