Nightmare Rainbow Dash Novels & Stories

He lowered his head so I could pet him. "It's my turn," the head with the green and blue scales pushed Cyclonus out of the way. "And I am Drizzle The Raindancer and, as my name suggests, I am a water dragon." He leaned in and barely used his snout to touch my cheek. "You kissed her?" One of them shouted. The three went into a quarrel about equality when I noticed the smallest head peeking out of the shadows. "Hello there," I called to him. "Don't you wish to introduce yourself too?" His red and orange scales seemed to burn hot from the distance. I didn't need to ask what kind of dragon he was.

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No one expected much from her until he snapped his fingers then broke off a man's head. Then Royalty knelt before his Momma. She couldn't recognize him. She was afraid. Royalty smiled. " Hi, I'm nurse Rainbow_ " " To hurt you, they would go through me first_ "

Samuel adequately perseveres in long enough. I breathe through my mouth, pivot and ignore the sensation of death that goes from head to toe, I find the opening in the facade of the block to move through here. In any case, I fly through the air after hitting an undetectable cloak that, just a thousandth of a second, glows with brilliant waves of pale blue. Rowan ribbons, Jorfit's rear sphincter strove to get me here with that bloody limit to the mighty. I disdain him several times more than two seconds before.

I had never even spoken to him before. "Perhaps her wrath has already befallen us," I spat. The hall exclaimed in shock and even my father turned to me. I ignored them and kept my eyes on the man who had tried to challenge me. "You want to know who I am?" I asked before shrugging. "I am Rainbow, daughter of Beta Arnold of Dark Wood Pack and I will become the future Beta of my Pack!" I stated. The Alpha who had spoken up glared at me with anger. "That still does not justify you being here or talking to us without respect!"

Her heart was beginning to hurt from knowing her mom would be away for fourteen days. Dawn sighed. "It's just fourteen days, honey. Close your eyes and it's gone. Like a flash of light. I'll be back soon and I'll make it up to you". Dawn was the only female who knew everything about her daughter. She understood her all the time. Sometimes her dad didn't, sometimes granny scolded her but her mother always understood her. She knew what every expression on her face meant whether it was hunger, sadness, tiredness, happiness or sleepiness.

She ogled at me angrily as tears threatened to dropped down her soft cheek. "Lov–" She hanged up her hand towards me and rushed back to her room. ~~~~ How are you viewing "nightmares" How is this going to end? 😶😶😶😶 ©Lharry's pen

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

"Connect." A pulse of violet light rippled through the room. The Dreamscape. Alex gasped. He wasn't on the rug anymore. He was standing on an endless plane of pure white water. The sky was white. The horizon was white. It was a blank canvas. "Whoa," Alex looked at his hands. They were glowing. "High definition rendering. Zero latency." "Where are the toys?" Aurora appeared next to him. In the dream, she wasn't wearing pajamas. She was wearing a sparkling fairy queen dress.

"He was right here, I swear, he was—" They found him thirty feet away in the parking structure adjacent to the mall — crouched beside the most beautiful, most expensive, most catastrophically black vehicle Sloane had ever seen in her life. A Rolls-Royce Phantom. So polished it reflected the parking garage fluorescents like a mirror. Dash was decorating it. Carefully. Lovingly. With the blue marker. A swirling, elaborate pattern across the rear panel that was — objectively, heartbreakingly — kind of impressive for a three-year-old.