Nightmare Puppets Novels & Stories

Bad. Cash and I were the only ones that survived the Nightmare from our family. Mom and Dad were already sick by the time the vampires came to our home to 'save' us. The vamps were only there for me. They had found out about my IQ and wanted my brain to join them. I had insisted that they saved my brother as well. I may have made it a deal breaker.

In his grip, the bloody scrap of fabric from the bedroom upstairs was held tightly—the solitary proof that his wife had been trapped here. His thumb slowly traced the edge of the cloth, which was still slightly damp. He had seen oceans of blood on the battlefield, but it was this tiny stain that shook his soul to its very core. The Monster of the North fell silent for a fleeting moment, before etching a lethal vow deep within his heart: ‘Whoever made Roselyn bleed will regret ever drawing breath.’

Nathan studied Jasmine intently, her clear eyes reflecting pure adoration as she gazed up at him. A pang of guilt gnawed at him, overshadowing his demeanor. "Jasmine," he called out to her, breaking the moment. Suddenly, he posed a question that cut through the air with an unexpected weight. "Do you still have those nightmares?” The Inquiry lingered, causing her to pause, her brows furrowing in "No," she replied, shaking her head. “No memory of your family either?"

"But the threat is not over." "What do you mean?" Elara asked. "The Shadow Wolves are just the beginning," the Moon Goddess said. "The Nightmare is trying to return." Elara's heart raced. "How?" "The Nightmare is feeding on the fear and pain of the supernatural beings," the Moon Goddess said. "It is growing stronger, and it will soon be able to break free from its prison." Elara woke up, her heart racing. She looked at Damon, who was sleeping peacefully beside her. She knew that the Moon Goddess was right—the Nightmare was trying to return.

Then the priest announced: “I declare that Princess Natalia Russo’s chosen husband is… Alpha Dominic Romano.” I turned just in time to see Shane’s face completely drain of colour. Even Samantha’s mouth hung open. Before anyone could react properly, Shane lunged forward and grabbed the priest by the neck, his claws extending dangerously. “Why the hell would you call my uncle's name? Who paid you for this?” he roared. “Say the correct name right now, old fool, or I swear I’ll snap your neck in two, and feed it to the Vulkrogues.” Vulkrogues were dangerous creatures that lived deep within the forbidden woods, feeding on corpses and flesh.

The gathering felt wrong, a perversion of nature, their stillness a sign of deeper control. No independent thoughts stirred in them; they'd long ago shed every bit of humanity and sanity, reduced to simple puppets jerked by unseen hands. Some had been dragged back from death's grip, revived through twisted magic into hollow shells that mimicked life but held no spark. Others suffered a crueler fate—their souls torn from living bodies, pain etched forever in their features, then stuffed with that same dark magic to make them obedient tools. No remnants of who they'd been remained—no echoes of laughter, love, or loyalty. One puppet, soul-stripped and magic-filled, stood with blank obedience, i

My thoughts jumbled as I tried to piece together how I ended up in this situation. Like a puzzle, everything starts to fit together as I remember visiting my new apartment. Conor had stepped out after receiving a call, leaving me alone. As I ventured outside, I was suddenly pierced with a needle in my neck. I attempt to move my hand, hoping to break free from the chains, but it's futile. They're silver chains, a werewolf's worst enemy, binding me tightly.

"Y-You're shameless, Noelle!" He tried to hit me, but Ronald sent him sprawling away with a kick. "Don't insult her! She's mine, and she's far better than most people can say about themselves! I was just at the club to see what model work was like, and you think I'm a cheating bastard like you? Don't make me laugh!" He spat, "Go home, old man. Your baby's diaper needs changing. Jesus, you smell like shit." Ronald wrapped an arm around me and left triumphantly. Samuel was behind us, shivering and bent on the ground, unable to get up.

l Anger started to trigger in his brain so he went out because that silence did not calm him down. He spun around while holding his head and was pulled out by it, then his intention changed to a furry appearance as his nails on his hands and feet began to grow, his body shape changed from its normal state and then the tail that was about to touch the ground with its length, his eyes flashed before he looked up.

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown