Nightmare Sans Cute Novels & Stories

With the exception of Carson’s slightly bent nose from when I accidentally broke it when I was a moody fourteen-year-old, their features were near identical. “Oh shit, dude,” Wyatt said as he slapped Carson in the abdomen. “Remember that show we watched last night, the one with football’s worst injuries?” “Yeah?” “That’s number twenty-three—Rick Bennett. The guy who got tackled and you could see his leg snap.” “Oh, shit!” Carson jumped back and looked Richard up and then down. “What the hell are you doing with her?” In one second I went from beaming with pride to ready to shove my older brother into a shallow grave. “I may be small, but I can still slap the shit out of you. Speaking of, wher

Beams of pure white light sliced through the gloom, converging on the tunnel entrance. What they saw defied easy description. It wasn't a wolf. It wasn't human. It was a nightmare sketched into reality. Standing just at the edge of the light was a creature nearly seven feet tall, its limbs elongated and asymmetrical. One arm was thick with knotted muscle, ending in talons that scraped against the rock floor, while the other was thin and atrophied, twitching uselessly at its side. Its hide was a patchwork of coarse grey fur and slick, bare skin that pulsed with a network of black veins. But its head was the source of the true horror. It had no eyes, only a smooth plate of bone where they shou

And I’m going to get him back. I'm having another nightmare. In this one, I'm in a dark room and I can't see a thing. I'm panting and calling for Jaxon, but there's no response. I run out and fall into a pile of snow. When I look up, there's a full moon, shining so bright like the sun. Suddenly, it turns red, and I hear heavy footsteps behind me.

Frustration bubbled inside me as I clicked link after link, searching for anything that felt real. Then I found it. An article buried deep in an obscure forum, titled “The Forgotten Threat: Nightwalkers Among Us.” “Guys,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I think I found something.” They crowded around me as I scrolled through the page. It described creatures that thrived in darkness, their eyes pitch black, their presence marked by death and destruction. The details were sparse, but the fear in the writer’s words was palpable. “This has to be fake,” Zane said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

Eva spun around almost instantly, and saw a smug but relatively attractive young guy just outside the middle lifeboat. He was wearing a medical pressure suit as well, except he somehow found a pair of futuristic sunglasses, and was sporting it boastfully. He was wearing a half-cocked grin that was filled with sheer arrogance, and she felt absolutely compelled to wipe it off. “Why would I wanna sit next to you?” she asked. Though she already knew the answer. “‘Coz I’m Nightmare,” the guy replied. “And this is my lifeboat. You are?” “Not interested.”

We needed the intel anyway. “So, how’d everything go?” Nathan asked, casually raising the bet. I tossed in my chips. Tomas folded with a scowl. “Man, it was a fucking shit show. The Riding Hoods rustled up some asanbosam—closest thing to real-life vampires you’ll ever see. Picture a bare-ass monkey with huge claws and bigger teeth. They turned them loose on an entire village. Killed everyone—men, women, kids. Even the pets. Drained fucking dry.”

and I knew a lot of shortcuts on the way there to confuse them. "Do you have a gun? Hold on to something!" I turned the wheel hard to the right again, taking out a few members of Nightshade, sending them skidding along the ground as sparks came up from the wet pavement. She scoffed. "Shifters don't carry guns!" "Well, after this, I think we should!" I cut the wheel hard to the left sharply, taking out a few more on motorcycles that were creeping up beside us, creating spectacular wipeouts. "Is Cruz still back there?"

I smiled maliciously at the driver who nodded. We reached the corner and I dropped off. I musked my scent as I approached the two girls who were working while complaining. "They will make us do it again if you do a crappy job, Candace," June said. Once I neared them, I grabbed a huge pole near a trash bin and attacked them with it. I first hit Candace's back with so much force that she fell to the ground, and before June could turn around, I hit her in the same manner. They groaned in pain and I used this opportunity to do it again. They were Lycans so they will heal. They struggled to get up and I kicked them down

NADINE My entire sleep was riddled with nightmares of a one-eyed wolf with thinning fur snarling fiercely at me. I was too shocked to move and kept screaming until it was dragged away by a huge wolf and flung into the darkness. The nightmare kept replaying over and over and I had no idea when it stopped.

“Poor puppy. Why have you not said anything about this…?” Cameron shrugged and reached out, cupping her shoulders and stroking down the rounds of her arms, to her hands, and linking their fingers, his eyes on the contrast of her white, smooth skin against the work-roughened callouses of his. “I have dreams… Nightmares,” he corrected himself. “Blood and gore, horror sort of nightmares. Moments from Haven Farm, or getting shot… Or Heath covered in blood, Rhett chained to the wall… Stomach-churning nightmares.” His skin prickled with sweat just recalling them.