Nightmare Lolbit Novels & Stories

His three advisors reached a large tent and went in before him, making sure it was clear of any potential surprises, and he paused to listen when Drax, his Royal Beta, and Luther, his Royal Delta, started laughing. “What are you two giggling about,” Brit asked irritably. “Can’t you smell that, Bitty,” Luther chuckled. “Someone got frisky in here not too long ago.” Brit was a Witch, meaning her senses weren’t as sharp as Luther’s, who was a Vampire, or Drax, who was a Werewolf. “Tell us, my loyal hound. What does your furry nose smell?” Drax growled at him, Luther was always trying to get under his skin. And pretty much always succeeded. “A powerful Alpha pup and some omega girl. Twice, a few

Dino, adjusting his collar, stepped into the dimly lit fight club house in Mexico, his keen eyes scanning the smoky air for any sign of Luciana. The underground club, with the deafening cheers of the crowd drowning out the muffled grunts of the fighters in the ring, reeked of sweat and alcohol. The arena, a circular pit with blood-stained floors, was surrounded by men placing bets, their shouts blending into the chaotic atmosphere.

Her body trembled, and her hands reached for her stomach. “Please…” she cried sleepily, tears falling from the corners of her eyes. Nora and Bianca quickly rushed to her side. “Luna…” They tried waking her, but Liora wouldn’t. Her hand quickly reached for Bianca. “Kael… don’t leave,” she begged. The two girls glanced at each other, puzzled. Liora wasn’t the kind to have such vivid and disturbing nightmares. Rather, the Alpha was the one rumored to have suffered from such recurring nightmares after the fire.

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The voices intensified as a beam of light lit up Jeremy on a higher stage. The rhythm he played started soft and slow but little by little the drums intensified. When the symbols crashed, a platform rose onto the stage with Kyung Jiho on it. Hae Mina grinned when she saw the white slivers light up under the black lights. On the back of Kyung Jiho's shirt was his name and on the arm was the Nightide emblem. The drum's symbols crashed and the next instrument joined. One by one, Nightide appeared on the stage with their parts. Hae Mina knew this was not her song to come in on because she had never been given a part.

Lilith's breathing became uneven. Tears flooded her eyes so quickly that her vision blurred. "No!" She screamed. "No! You're lying, you always lie! Oliver isn't dead, he can't be, he can't..." Her knees suddenly gave way. She collapsed onto the cold stone floor with a cry that echoed through the dungeon. She covered her face with both hands as uncontrollable sobs tore through her body. "No..." "No..." "Oliver..." Her voice dissolved into broken cries. "My Alpha..." "Our baby..."

She moved quickly, her instinct taking over, her fingers flying, she masked her IP, rerouted her connection, triple-checked the firewall. Only then did she log in. OBSIDIAN_13 Online. One by one, usernames began to appear. First, it was NYX, then Ralph, and seven others. Making them ten players. A full lobby. The chat exploded almost instantly. Chat: WAIT—OBSIDIAN_13?? Chat: Isn’t that NULLWRAITH’s alt? Chat: Nah, NULLWRAITH doesn’t play open lobbies. Chat: Math check—OBSIDIAN = black stone. NULLWRAITH = ghost. Darkness theme?

Like she had chosen this end. “No…” My voice broke as it came out, barely above a whisper. Tears spilled instantly, blurring my vision as I shook my head in disbelief but Lora kept smiling. Her eyes were growing dim now… vacant and she wasn’t even really looking at me anymore. She was looking past me, behind me. Her lips moved slightly as she murmured under her breath. “I can see them,” she whispered suddenly, voice fading. “They’re here. My family… my tribe…” Her lips trembled faintly as she smiled “They’re calling me, Lilith”

She'd become so used to Nathan's nightly presence. Later, curled in bed, the distant howls sent a shiver through her. She pictured Nathan—his wolf form sleek and powerful, his paws pounding the earth. What does he look like? Her dreams answered. A black wolf, massive and dark as midnight, stood in the salt circle of her dream. It shouldn’t have been able to cross the line of salt—but it did, nuzzling her hip with a warmth that felt familiar. Rita woke with a gasp.

“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.