Nightmare Monty Novels & Stories

My breath hitched in my throat when my eyes met his. "It's been a long time,” he spoke, his lips turning upwards in his sweetest smile but I knew what was behind that smile. A monster. The monster who tortured me, who killed my sister and now wanted to kill me. A voice in my head screamed to give up. I was tired of running. Tired of being scared and tired of always looking over my shoulder for his shadow that always followed me.

“I dream of women. A lot.” “That’s scary? Hah. I didn’t think you were that sort of Greek.” “Piss off and die badly, sir,” Porcius shot back. “No, of women in the night, women in the woods.” “I see monsters in the woods. I’ll trade you dreams.” “You wish. No, they come to me a lot, images of an older gal with reddish gray hair, all kinky and long, gotta lil gal with her, ‘bout half her size.”

But his Charger was his baby, just like my Harley was mine. I took the lead and River rode beside me, while Cruz followed us. So far, I didn't see any members of Nightshade or anything suspicious, but that wasn't to say that the threat wasn't there. But it was late, and Nightshade had probably finished patrolling for the night. One could only hope. But I refused to live my life in fear. We made a left turn, and the night was gorgeous. Hot already, even though it was nice. But wolf-shifters didn't feel the heat or the cold like humans. The stars were out, but the moon wouldn't be out again until the Summer Solstice in June.

That is the strangest thing I have ever thought in my life. That familiar itch starts to spread across my neck, down my chest to my stomach. It itches so bad, I pull up my shirt and when I do, I scream out into the empty dark room that is lit only by the moonlight and a single nightlight over by the entrance. Daring to look down again, I see that where I had just scratched, is a gaping wound and there is a maggot crawling out of it. I hear a noise from behind me and when I turn on my heels, I watch as the same man from before stands about a foot taller than I am and is staring right into my eyes. He opens his mouth and states, “You have finally awakened. Good.”

“What happened, Mrs Jackson. How did you get on the floor?” Oh. Right. My first night in the mansion obviously hadn’t been good. When we got back from the dinner, I was already prepared for the nightmares I was going to have that night. But that didn’t happen, because I couldn’t even manage to go to sleep. I had tossed and turned for hours in my new big bed for hours, before accepting that that was my fate for the night. So I took the comforter off the bed and placed it on the floor and decided to lie there, reading more of what I could of the contract until I fell asleep along the line, probably around five am because that was the last time I remembered checking my phone and yeah… Here we w

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

Leo rushed to Naya and caught her hand to stop her from falling down, after she had regained her balance he finally let her go. Mr. Montgomery’s eyes were bloodshot right now, he was angry and vengeful, but there was no outlet for him to release his pent up rage, his breathing was ragged at the moment, they had a solid lead on who to question, but one careless mistake from them has caused them to lose it. He might have said that there was no antidote for the virus, but how sure were they that he was not lying? If they had gotten the location of their hideout, they could catch all the vampires that were there at once and question them, until they got what they needed.

Stella replied quickly feeling shy already. Later at night David heard some uncomfortable sound and decided to raise his heard and see what's happening. He saw Stella having a nightmare. "No... No... No... Mom, Dad wake up don't go please... don't leave me here alone please..." David heard everything and was confused as to why she was mentioning her parents names. "Did they abandon her... no if they did she wouldn't be running their company. What really happened to her then."David couldn't place the two together because he once overhead the nurses conversing about her nightmare always mentioning her parents names. He was still thinking when he felt a tight squeeze on his hand and decided to

Together, we fell into a heap in the hard earth. “Liv,” I whispered, brushing the hair out of her face. “Are you hurt? Did they—” But I didn’t finish. Before either of us could even come to our senses, a tall, thin form slowly strode up to the edge of the grave and blotted out the sun. Montgomery stood over us, hands casually in his pockets. “Perfect,” he said, his expression blackened by the shadow that had taken over his features. “There’s just enough room for two.”

“Oh, God. Don’t tell me you have loan sharks chasing after you?” Safe was probably the wrong word to use here. “Of course n—” Before I can deny anything, the door opens. It’s almost 9:00 p.m. We’re about to close in half an hour, and it’s very rare to have a customer at this time of night. The moment I look up, my face twists in a grimace. Robert Montgomery. Wasn’t it bad enough that he ruined my past two days? Why does he keep showing up all the time?