Nightmare Puppets Novels & Stories

The command entered their ears. Standing behind Mystic Vale, the three three-meter-tall Ultimate Zombie Puppets simultaneously let out a dull, soulless roar! Their bodies shuddered as the black iron armor on their surfaces clashed loudly. The ghostly green bone spurs at their joints surged outward by several inches, and the Soul-devouring Flame embedded in their eye sockets suddenly flared, transforming into two blazing masses of green fire. Without hesitation, without doubt, without fear, the three magical puppets rose into the air like three colossal black mountains, carrying a terrifying pressure that tore through space as they brutally smashed toward Carl atop the stone platform!

He pressed the remote again and pointed at Eugene again. I turned my eyes back to him and saw that even without his feet and his blood gushing out of his leg, he was still trying to get out of the warehouse. But behind him, there was a red light that was slowly approaching him. I think he didn’t notice it himself. He was too busy trying his best to survive but before he could even reach the door, that red light changed its form from a simple line into a net and chopped off his body into pieces. “What the hell?” I immediately looked at Jyn. “Did Dad create that weapon?”

My hands shook so violently I could no longer feel my fingers. "It's them. Every time the capacitor discharges... it extracts their life-force." I looked up at the glass sphere. The suspension fluid was bubbling, emitting a high-pitched, electronic hiss. The children inside were convulsing. Their small bodies arched, spines curving until I heard the dry, sharp sound of a rib snapping. They were thrashing against the tubes that pierced their chests, their black eyes wide and blank. Nergal was using their agony as a kinetic propellant.

My breath caught in my throat, and I staggered back, my heart racing with fear. The Puppet Master materialized before me, its form shifting and twisting, a maelstrom of shadows and smoke. Its eyes burned with a dark, malevolent energy, and its voice was like ice in my veins. “You think you can stop me?” it hissed, its words echoing in my mind. “You think your sacrifice will save them?” I clenched the artifact tighter, trying to summon the strength to push back, but the Puppet Master’s power was overwhelming, suffocating. I could feel it pressing down on me, crushing my spirit, my will.

Make him know what it feels like to be bitter, and when she's done, he's going to wish he was never born. His name is Rory John Gate and she's going to be his nightmare." She finishes speaking and finally looks over at the little girl and she is already asleep and she gets up and lays a soft kiss on her head and cover her up with the bedsheets, before walking out of the room. Authors message: Hello and welcome to the sequel of Little Nerdy Nightmare I hope you really like the beginning, if you did, leave a review. Love you guys

The elders lean forward, their faces illuminated by the firelight, completely entranced by the tales of old. Ronan handles the rhythm-drums, his hands hitting the leather with a force that makes the ground tremble. I watch Nyra from behind the screen. Her smile has frozen into a mask of pure, unadulterated hatred. She looks at me as if I’ve just committed a blood-crime. Does it hurt, Nyra? I think, my grip on the puppets tightening. To know that you’re nothing but a hollow shell compared to what I’ve built from the mud?

“I do trust you, tía. This situation isn’t to say that I didn’t trust you. I know what you sacrifice for me, and I also won’t hesitate to do the same for you.” *** That night I had a nightmare. My aunt was dying and the only hope I had was Alexander. I looked up from her frail form on the bed, to the man I hated the most in this world. “Please help her,” I cried. “I’ll do anything.” The was no mercy in his eyes as he spoke. “Too late. You really underestimate me, love.” With no warning, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. “You only had one choice. Now, you die.”

I extended my hand, ready to pluck it from the forest floor when a sudden movement from the bushes caught my eye. Before I could react, a puppet leapt out, its swift and fierce movements accompanied by a suffocating stench. The creature was upon me in an instant, its eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "Watch out!" Athena warned loudly, but it was too late. The puppet, like black lightning, pounced on me with a terrifying ferocity. The weight of its body pinned me to the ground, and I nearly lost my grip on the herb. Its claws dug into my shoulders, and its sharp teeth snapped dangerously close to my throat. I couldn’t let this puppet stop me—not when we were so close.

It cracks against the drywall, splintering the frame, and then slumps to the ground. Lucas moves so fast I can’t tell what he’s doing until a sickening crack of bones rings out, twisting the creature’s head around. As soon as he drops it, the thing explodes into rats, all dead expect one. “Wait,” I yell as Lucas goes to stomp on it. The thing writhes around on the ground, trying to get off its back. “It might go back to—I don’t know—a home base or something.” Lucas nods. “A pied piper, so to speak.”

Not the name packs whispered when they wanted children to behave. It was Katrina’s strength. André’s fire. Lando’s laughter. Persephone and Delilah sleeping without fear beneath my roof. Crista’s trust. Gwen and Christina’s future. I returned to bed and gathered my mate close. The monster of Incubi had become something far more dangerous. A papa whose love would outlive every nightmare.