Nightmare Monty Novels & Stories

Chapter 82 A Hidden Spot Trevor sat gallantly on the chair, one leg crossed over the other as the recorded voice echoed through the silent room. Montana's shaky voice came first. “Please... who are you?” His voice cracked slightly as he secretly turned on the recorder. Then the second voice came— cold, calm, terrifying. “You don’t have to know... since it won’t be necessary.” Montana swallowed hard. “What do you want from me?” “You’ll see when you get home.”

After I moved out of Zachary’s place, I thought that he would never see me again. However, fate was a fickle thing. One day, after I finished a gig with Avalon, he asked me to go back to the hotel first. He had to discuss certain details with the client. The remote mountain road was bumpy, and it seemed to never end. So, I asked the person next to me, “How much longer?” The man did not even look at me as he answered, “Soon.”

She ignored Roman for a couple of seconds as she pulled off her boots. "Moonmare." She replied, barely aloud. "You're familiar with nightmares right? It's almost the same as this one. The difference is that it isn't night… it's the Moon." Her mind seemed to hover as she rotated the little pointing wood in her palm absentmindedly. "Nightmare ends once dawn comes, but Moonmare doesn't." She regained herself and cackled. "I named it myself." A smug glint appeared in her eyes. "What do you think?"

It's like an attempt to rid myself of the unwanted tie, but the mark stays. Overwhelmed with helplessness, I stand there, naked and defeated. Tears stream down my face as I grapple with the harsh reality of my life. I let out a scream as the room echoes my cries, filled with misery and confusion. At that moment, I feel the weight of my past and the uncertainty of my future. The shocking revelation about my mother's survival, the conversation with my uncle, and his demand for me to bear the Lycan King's child within six months.

Groaning I push my face into the pillow, annoyed with whoever had opened the door. I open my mouth to tell the person off but door clicks closed and darkness falls over the room again. Removing my head from the blankets I settle back down, ready for the darkness to take me but I startle as the bed bounces. "What the hell?!" I hiss towards whoever had sat down on the edge of my bed.

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It was calming. “So, I've got Anime. Anyone interested.” Elektra said out of the blue. We ended up having a movie binge all night. Drinking soda and listening to music all day. Around midnight we were tired but still watching the Friends series_an all old time classic. I sat in the middle between Alcinder and Elektra on the duvets we placed in the middle of the room. Elektra was fast asleep. “I'm twenty-one years old, Avyanna. I'm supposed to take My father's place as the Alpha of the Redwood Pack. I'm scared.” Alcinder said while staring at the ceiling.

"Peggy, I called you in today to discuss the details of your report." Just that one sentence from the nightmarish voice was enough to summon the fear that had haunted my countless midnight awakenings. I hid the knife behind me and turned around. It was Wyatt, but not the man from my memories. This Wyatt looked more like a monster born from my fear. His face sagged crookedly, drool trickled from the corners of his twisted lips, and his bulging eyes burned bright and deranged. I took two steps back. I should have seen it sooner from the gentle ghosts, familiar classroom, detailed clues… Everything had gone way too smoothly.

She blurred past Nomo, a streak of violet light and raw determination, the Heartstone clutched to her chest like a newborn child. Nomo waited until the last possible microsecond before releasing the lever. The steel shutter slammed down with a finality that shook the bedrock, sending a spray of sparks and pulverizing stone across his back. He rolled into the muck of the neutral drainage zone, gasping for air that didn't taste like silver-nitrate and betrayal. He looked up at the obsidian walls, seeing the Montague crest etched into the stone, and felt a wave of nausea so profound it nearly eclipsed the physical pain in his limbs.

“I’ll crush every single one of them before they get the chance.” “But at what cost, Montez? At what cost?” His answer was simple, chilling. “Whatever it takes.” The city burned with scandal, and the flames had a name—Montez De Vitalio. Everywhere people looked, his face was plastered across screens and headlines, accompanied by vile words like predator, abuser, monster. But far from the chaos, in a dimly lit room that smelled of cigars and expensive whiskey, Nathan sat back on a leather couch, watching the destruction unfold on TV.