Nightmare Puppets Novels & Stories

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

They were there - faces contorted with pain, mouths wide open with screams that would never be heard – and then they were simply gone . The Powers that did make it were already crawling over the ceiling, down the shelves, hovering in the air as they swerved each thunderous bolt. Like the Cherubim, there was something vaguely human-like in their appearance. Despite the slavering grins, the scarred flesh that stretched over their angular cheekbones, the hands that ended in savage talons and the angel wings that beat at the air, I could see a similarity with the race they were so desperate to rule and control. They were like human hybrids, a breed cooked up in a nightmarish laboratory, an exper

The strange wooden sculpture that Zephyr Khan had refined earlier was one of them. It was called the Death Puppet. Once this puppet was refined, its owner would have an additional life. In other words, as long as Zephyr Khan was seriously injured, the Death Puppet would be activated and replaced by the death of Zephyr Khan!

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.

“Recognize Migumi’s scent and hunt her down. I want her dead.” With a malevolent grin, I sent the smaller puppet ahead to kill Migumi. He howled, disappearing through the darkness. His fellow puppets followed, their cloaks and eyes gleaming ominously, these sinister creations moved with an eerie grace. It would be hard for Migumi to sense them, especially the magic of this forest.

I didn’t need anyone finding out about this meeting. “No, I covered my tracks.” I followed Rook to a spot where he had hidden our two Nightmares. Nightmares are demonic horses that are black with manes and tails made of fire, their eyes are red and unless you are a demon, I wouldn’t recommend touching one. One touch from a nightmare could make you have horrific dreams for the rest of your life. They fed off fear and loved to torment the living. I mounted Amdis, my Nightmare. I've had had him since I was young, and he was loyal. The only one who could ride him was me. If another tried, they would end up seriously injured.

She lifted her hand, snapping her fingers once. The chamber trembled. Shadows spilled in from the archways, moving unnaturally, shifting like living things. Then they took shape—figures emerging, their movements stiff, unnatural. Puppets. Dozens of them, filling every corner of the chamber, their faces expressionless, their empty eyes locked onto us. Some bore weapons, others moved with eerie precision, their limbs jerking into position as if waiting for the command to strike. And behind them, Harper’s subordinates emerged—hooded figures, their auras pulsing with dark energy.

I hear squeaks and squelches and something akin to farts. Dierdre giggles after some time and turns to me, “It seems that the Bodkins think you are a king of some sort. Perhaps this journey will be far more entertaining. They might even put on a show if we remain in their land for long. They will be able to illuminate themselves and while they perform the Night Mares will keep their distance.” “Nightmares?” I ask. “Night Mares. They are black horses with sharp teeth and the ability to trap you in nightmares, or trap your soul and whisk it away. I have seen them and they can not trap me, but the stuff I see haunts my sleep for weeks after,” Deirdre replies.

She had killed two men but they were still trying to rise, she had the sense to rip through their spines, making them immobile. I tore the one in front of me into two, if they weren’t real wolves then there was no need to hold back. The next one that came for me landed a cut at my back but I ripped his head clean off, his broken fingers still clutched at my hand. “These are puppets, is this necromancy?” Mara gasped, her chest heaving. And then as we killed off another set, my eyes noted the dealer coming out of the warehouse. There was something about him, and I didn’t think he was a dealer at all.

I pinch my eyes closed, suddenly feeling every bit of being a stupid, stupid pup. “The Midnight Protectors.” Protecting the dark. Well, what’s in the dark? All the things your parents warn you about, tell you are just tales meant to scare pups. The entire pack knows that the undead sleep below their surface, and moreover, they protect them. “The pack protects you during the day, while you sleep,” I ask, turning back to look at him.