Nightmare Puppets Novels & Stories

And it was obvious, too damn obvious that Aurora almost wished that she couldn’t tell what was wrong with them. Easton, Alec, Owen and the rest of the pack warriors that left the pack with them were standing in the room motionlessly, their eyes wide open and even though Aurora was in the room there was no trace of recognition in their features. They were mannequins kept in place for decoration and their eyes lacked light that even at first sight showed that there was no sort of coordination between their brain, soul and body. They had been turned into puppets—the worst kind of puppets. What they have been turned to was worse than what Layla was when she was just turned, they looked so lost t

“There were shadowy creatures on the other side of the door. They were trying to get in after us. Be careful, let Luke go first.” “They won’t do anything to me. They’re my pets. It’s my bidding that they do.” “You control the nightmare creatures?” “No, not the big ones. The smaller ones are mine. They’re like worker bees or drones to me.” “I thought they were the young of the nightmares.”

a Fang whispered, horrified. "No," Jack corrected, his voice a low growl. "They're just people. Plugged in." The first puppet lunged, swinging a two-foot-long industrial wrench with a force that could crush a skull. A Fang operative met the attack with a blast from his sonic stunner. The puppet staggered back, but its arm, though smoking, kept swinging. It felt no pain. It had no self-preservation. It was a machine made of flesh.

She still saw her dog, still talked to it whenever she followed her dad to the ranch but she wasn't allowed to touch it. Her parents bought her teddy bears to replace him. Usually she would talk to her dog throughout the night and rub its fur while he slept so that she would not have to sleep but now that he was no longer with her, she had to let sleep overwhelm her every night even though she was scared of what she would see that night. Juana rarely wrote down what she dreamt, she just remembered them offhand. Besides, she dreaded writing them because it made her mind sick. Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

The powerful entity in the shadows seethed with fury. From the blood-red mist emerged terrifying figures, rushing out one after another. These things were puppets. Some were demon beasts, while others were humans. All of them shared a common feature: they were mere skeletons. These skeletons lacked any soul power, their eyes glowing with chilling killing intent. The sight was astonishing. It was hard to fathom how many innocent beings the evil spirit had slain. Even more unimaginable was the sheer number of puppets it controlled, their strength not to be underestimated.

I hear someone crying beside me. I want to open my eyes but I can not. Everything went completely black. "Where am I? Why am I in this total darkness? What will I do now?" I want to cry. I want to scream. Why am I in a total abyss? There have been some flashbacks in my life recently. I saw my siblings crying. I saw Maya and Matt shapeshifting and lastly, there was Rosh transforming and ready to attack me!

He just couldn’t address her because of how close Lily was to him. “The auras I feel are those of 19 people. Of the 19, 5 are High Level Pseudo Nightmares, 5 more are Peak Level Pseudo Nightmares, and 5 are Nightmares. 2 of the 5 Nightmares are at the Low Level, one is at the Mid-Level, and another is at the High Level. The last person is at the peak of the Nightmare Realm”

I hope Albert can give me another chance, and I promised not to let this slide away. "Princess, what's bothering you?" Romeo asked. "It's nothing, I'm fine" I replied. "Princess, this might sound funny and childish, you're free to make a jest of me till any level you want, but if you know what usually caused it, tell me, because I don't know why, since almost two months now, I've been having a terrible nightmare, I don't know why I kept seeing vampire, wolf and big bat every day I sleep" he said and I grew angrier.

“That didn’t sound good.” I pushed past him to the window, lifting the dusty curtain. The moon cast long shadows over the courtyard. Shapes moved. Not wolves. Not fully human either. Something in between. They staggered, twitching unnaturally. Like puppets whose strings were tangled. Nick whispered, “What the hell…” Before I could answer, screams tore through the packhouse and glass shattered down the hallway. THUD. THUD. THUD. Heavy footsteps, too heavy to be wolves, slammed against the floorboards.