Nightmare Miku Novels & Stories

The seemingly huge blackened tide- consist of the numerous beasty warriors, the beast kingdom, is indeed in a great advantage for their number, but the three of them stood, clenching on an unbreakable hope, they aren’t easily submitting. ‘’Humanity isn’t losing and will never lose!’’ ‘’Isn’t this ‘that’ person’s head?’’- and in Viscor Mukha’s hands is Niru’s severed head. ‘’??’’ - Naran slowly lost his consciousness as he sees Niru’s head. His eyes became all white, rage takes over his sanity. ‘’Y- You dare to hurt Near?’’ ‘’Near? Isn’t that the name of…’’ ‘’You hurt Near? The one destined to bore my child, the one I loved dearly?’’-Ground trembled as he speaks these words- The eye of the di

Papa opened the box and lifted out a black ceramic mug with silver lettering that read “Papa of Nightmares.” The table went silent. Then Persephone choked on her lemonade. Delilah squeaked. Crista laughed so hard she nearly woke Gwen. Katrina pressed her napkin to her mouth, shoulders shaking. Tie turned away like he suddenly found the hedges fascinating. I stared at the mug. “That is not what I ordered,” I said, my tone scandalized. Darren cleared his throat. “I changed it.” I turned slowly toward my mate. “Mio tesoro,” I said carefully, my tone dangerous. “What happened to DILF Alpha?”

“I will. Do you know anything about them?” Saburo leaned back. “Yeah. But do you really want a history crash course right now? Our friend right there looks kinda…” Mika was lying on the ground, behind her desk. She was facing to the side, and it could be seen that she was sleeping. Shoru was also sleeping beside the bag that Mika used as pillow. Jai sweatdropped. “The others had left already to continue delivering letters. Darrion can’t read, and I was left to help her…”

A mouth full of long razor sharp teeth turned upwards in an awful, nightmarish grin. Convulsing in alarm, I flailed wildly, falling backwards and then the face was gone, replaced by that of just another clubber, just another girl. She reached out, looking alarmed as she pulled me to my feet, mouthing something unintelligible, her words smothered by the pounding bass-line. I struggled a reassuring smile, even though my heart was hammering faster than the beat of the music. Blinking away the white flashes of light under my eyelids, I tried to control my breathing, inhaling and exhaling deeply, my breath ragged and weak.

Dante put his hand over the top of her’s and squeezed it to reassure her. “I kept having this nightmare Dante,” Mj’s voice was barely above a whisper, “I was inside myself but I had no control over my body, I was standing in the arena and Azreal was talking to me but I couldn't hear him,” tears began to roll down her face and Dante tried to wipe them away but Mj jerked away from him and tried to stand up. Making herself instantly dizzy and falling back down into a seated position on the bed, she took a few more ragged breaths and continued “I looked down at myself and I looked, I don't know, strange my hands were claws and I had-” the words caught in her throat and Mj burst into tears agai

I kneel on the obsidian platform, the cold, digital glass biting into my knees. In front of me stands the woman I’m terrified to be. Dark Mia. She looks exactly like me, but stripped of the apology. Her eyes are voids, swallowing the neon light of the code-verse. Her lips are curled in a cruel, knowing smile. She’s wearing the haptic suit, but it’s torn open, revealing skin that glows with a bruised, violet light.

“Do it now!” “Coraline!” Zayn yelled, his face a portrait of horror as he lunged forward to snatch the spear from my grip. That same expression I had seen in my dreams, but this is no fantasy. The Zayn in my dream is different from the one I'm facing right now. That is something I should acknowledge. “I’m giving her a favor! Can’t you see, Zayn? I’m freaking tired of all their games! You can’t even reprimand them!”

Now it was too late. Uriel was unusually quiet. I could feel his sorrow mirroring mine. He didn’t say anything—but I knew. He was grieving, too. A knock at the door broke through my haze. “Alpha Jack,” the guard called, “a werewolf named Mika wants to see you.” I rubbed my temples, sighing. “Send her in.” As I stood, dragging myself from the abyss of my thoughts, I wondered if anything could pull me out of this emptiness—or if I’d be trapped in it forever.

I tell myself to find the bad, to find the tainted traces that are not Valen, and get them out. “I believe in you,” Valen whispers. And with his affirmation, I touch the sides of Valen’s head, and I let myself fall down into his mind. It’s dark. So dark. I hear screams. I hear a language I do not recognize. I feel sand all around my body. I see dozens of worlds and various ships. I see Neron blue. I see red blood. I suck in a shallow breath. I press my fingertips tightly into Valen’s temples. I shift in the bed, better balancing myself.

Rachel excitedly introduced me to the rest of the pack who had been away on a business trip and only just arrived back from what I had gathered. "Hello Luna, my name is Natasha." One of the girls exclaimed. She seemed nice as she went round the room telling me who everyone was. " And you?" I called out to the girl who was throwing daggers my way. She scowled and stared at the floor. I found this very disrespectful behaviour towards someone who was meant to be their future Luna and found myself snapping at the girl. "Is this how you treat your future Luna. Perhaps the alpha will have something to say about this." The room fell silent as the girl glared at me.