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.

In the distance, I could see the menacing glow of torches as they closed in on me. "Mommy! Save me!" a desperate voice cried out, and I turned to see a pup, trapped and helpless. No. "Mom! You didn't save me!" No. "I'm stuck!" No. "SAVE ME!" the pup growled, and I jolted awake in my bed, drenched in sweat, my heart pounding. "Jannah, are you alright?" Nate's concerned voice reached my ears, and I clung to him, needing his comfort to chase away the lingering terror of my nightmare.

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.

"I will never felt you are troubling me with any kind of problem. Your problem is mine too so tell me how and when it all started." "I can't remember the days I spent as a kid but I know my nightmare has been haunting me since then. I don't know how it all started. All I could see in the nightmare was a little girl crying in a house on fire with a man and a woman shouting for help in so much tears. I don't understand what that means mum." "Since you are a kid?" "Yes mum!"

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.

The puppets moved. The mother-puppet lunged across the table and caught Andrei’s arm. He shook her away. The father-puppet rushed at him from behind and fastened to his back like a leech, trying to sink his teeth into his neck. Andrei tried to reach back and tear him away, but the creature caught his arm and twisted it. The mother-puppet dropped to her belly and crawled under the table, her teeth snapping as she sought the vulnerable flesh above his shredded boots. “Nagant!” Svetlana yelled.