Nightmare Sans Fanart Novels & Stories

NOAH'S POV I sat down on the cold, bare forest floor, cradling Ares’ head gently on my lap. His chest rose and fell with painful, uneven breaths. A dagger was lodged straight through his heart—a cruel piece of metal that didn’t belong in the strongest man I knew. The woods around us were unfamiliar, eerie, and silent. My hands trembled as I reached for the weapon. The moment my fingers brushed it, a sizzle of pain shot through me. I snatched my hand back and stared in horror. The dagger was coated in wolfsbane—werewolves biggest fear.

Fifteen minutes wouldn’t kill anyone. Kit walked down the hallways of the now-dead quiet building. The tan walls lined with art pieces were comforting in a way. Kit could see why people came here to get the help they needed to be able to sleep correctly again. Kit hoped that she would be able to sleep again after she did this. It had been so long that the idea of sleep had become foreign. Something she had to do but never long enough. Never to dream and wake up refreshed. Never to wake up and be happy. The tug was too much on her heart. The pain had to go away.

Those that didn’t go peacefully were ended. Americans who had committed to the “Fangs Are Welcome” movement had filmed LIGHTS members destroying Vampires who refused to go and used the footage to cause upheaval amongst those who were not sure. They’d edited and modified the videos to make it look gruesome, replacing ash with blood, faking scenes where children were slaughtered. The entire situation was awful, and it was then that her father had lost the last small grip he had had on sanity amongst the citizens of the United States.

I started looking at the other mirrors hoping something in them would give me a clue on how to escape this acid trip nightmare. Looking at the mirrors, they were all paintings with me in them. What’s with the Shit Witch and art? Is that her thing, or is she pulling that from my mind? I enjoy art, but this takes it to a fucked up level. Each painting melted away to show me some nightmare scene. Behind the mirror with me as the Mona Lisa was a torture scene of the Shit Witch cutting into Thales, harvesting his organs while he was still alive and screaming. He was screaming for me to save him.

My heart was racing, fast. And slowly everything started making sense to me now. He was always with him. He never touched me Never found me sexually attractive. Everything was slowly making sense and I was shaking. So... the rumors.. weren't rumors, they were true! They were actually true!!! Charlie Hearth is Gay and not only is he gay.... he is fucked Mason Grey. What the hell.

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“No. Officially, the project failed. But they were obsessed with the potential of creating perfect soldiers, though they wanted Lycan DNA. I… went further.” “I imagine you did.” Sasha’s voice was one of feigned boredom, but his eyes were sharp as blades. “And this creature… Does it have a name?” “Only the production code. NO-F1R. Or… ‘Norfir’.” Sasha stared at the creature for long seconds. The name seemed fitting. Something that should not exist… And yet, it breathed. “I want a demonstration.” “It’s dangerous to activate it alone, but… I can use one of the basic commands. It won’t leave the capsule. I promise.”

he replied promptly. "What kind of paintings?" "Ancient Wolf Legends," he said, his eyes lighting up with genuine excitement. "'Fenrir' was just the beginning." I was surprised he remembered the name of my hidden painting. "The Nightshade Wolf Pack will fund a full series of oil paintings based on the Legend of the Ancient Wolves," he proposed. "With artist Natalia Luna as the lead artist." I noticed he'd blended my birth name with a new surname—neither Silverstone nor Moonhaven, but something new. It felt like an offering of rebirth.

She still saw her dog, still talked to it whenever she followed her dad to the ranch but she wasn't allowed to touch it. Her parents bought her teddy bears to replace him. Usually she would talk to her dog throughout the night and rub its fur while he slept so that she would not have to sleep but now that he was no longer with her, she had to let sleep overwhelm her every night even though she was scared of what she would see that night. Juana rarely wrote down what she dreamt, she just remembered them offhand. Besides, she dreaded writing them because it made her mind sick. Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.