Nightmare Miku Novels & Stories

Don't get mad at me just because you don't know how to manage your own schedule. Even though she's my senior she's pretty bad at managing her own time. Everything she does depends on her emotions. She's like a tempest this girl. That was my first impression of her and it was the only thing that remained consistent. But I'm not mad. Not many bastards are able to say they banged their girl crush. Koizumi Noriko. Widely known to the masses as the singer MIKO. A child actress that eventually went on to become a part of a girl group before eventually becoming a solo act. Music aside, I've always been more interested in her more so as a woman than a fan.

or Die! Most of them are thrilled to watch blood splattering, players killing each other, screaming, and crying. It always makes them hip and alive. In this kind of hell, one of the players is named Mizu Sodomaki, a 15-year-old girl who's one of the youngest players in the arena. At this peak of a thrilling moment, she was fighting a player that is twice her size on the stage. Even though the crowds are cheering thunderously. She can still hear her heart beating loudly.

Liora demanded, her voice quivering. The figure's lips curled into a sinister smirk. "You may call me Nocturna. And dear guardians, you're too late." She held up an obsidian mirror, its surface rippling like liquid, revealing distorted visions of Meranthia's landscapes being engulfed in darkness and chaos.

And now it was too late to regret it. “I’m tired of this conversation. So, let’s just get it over with and move on, shall we?” Nyx suggested, taking one step forward. Or it was more like she floated towards them. Mikki saw her raising her right arm and pointing the palm of her hand at her, and suddenly, Mikki fell on the floor, squirming in pain. Every part of her body was aching, like she was being burned in a bonfire. Her screams were deafening, but Mikki couldn’t control it. They were simply coming out of her mouth against her will.

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.

Barbed wire wrapped around the body of the guitar, spikes judding out at every angle like they wanted to tear me apart if I stopped playing. The strings aren't even strings; they're tendrils of dark energy that hum as if they're alive, playing his disastrous music. Sharp blades run along the edges, waiting for the Nightmare Master to use my body for another one of his massacres. I don't even get to choose my music; the Nightmare Master always picks it for me, and it's always loud, always brutal, every note a scream. A scream so loud it makes the room shake, and when I play, I don't play for me; I play to feed the Nightmares to feel whatever sick thing the Nightmare Master wants next. I can't

The words sent shivers down my spine and I trembled in the darkness as I lay beneath him. “Evaaaa.” Mia’s voice, mimicking the character WALL-E, snapped me out of my reverie and back to my room. I glanced over at her and saw her giving me a curious look, with one eyebrow raised. “Are you daydreaming again?” she asked softly, her tone filled with concern. Mia was the only person who knew about the intense and vivid nightmares that plagued me.

A floating ball of unhinged cheer. “What the hell” I snarled. She fluttered closer and squinted at my ritual. “Ooooooh. That looks bad.” “Leave,” I snapped. “Before I crush you.” She giggled. “I’m Mika! And I’m here on behalf of Goddess Nyra to tell you that you are being very. Very. VERY stupid.” I choked. “You dare...” She zipped up, poking my nose. “Oh yes. And I also dare to interrupt your evil little tantrum ritual! No more cursing the Shadow Luna. Big no no.”

They eventually die and a new Ma Vista is born. If the new Ma Vista is a boy he will start to have nightmares when he is 15. If it is a girl Ma Vista, the child will start having nightmares at the age of 16, some develop a bit later than that and their nightmares finishes in the middle of their 17th year.’

I jolted awake, trembling violently as cold sweat clung to my skin. A nightmare. Only a nightmare… though Hazel remained strangely restless beneath my skin. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Dominic crossed the room in seconds, concern darkening his expression. He was beside me before I could steady my breathing, his hand closing around mine. "Are you hurt, Natalia?" "I heard you from the room beside yours.” I turned my gaze to him as I regained my composure. "I–I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face.