Nightmare Sans Novels & Stories

But his Charger was his baby, just like my Harley was mine. I took the lead and River rode beside me, while Cruz followed us. So far, I didn't see any members of Nightshade or anything suspicious, but that wasn't to say that the threat wasn't there. But it was late, and Nightshade had probably finished patrolling for the night. One could only hope. But I refused to live my life in fear. We made a left turn, and the night was gorgeous. Hot already, even though it was nice. But wolf-shifters didn't feel the heat or the cold like humans. The stars were out, but the moon wouldn't be out again until the Summer Solstice in June.

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***

It's all real; he's here, a reality that sends chills down my spine. He reaches out to my hand, which is placed over the bed. My heart races with conflicted emotions sparking within me. Anger seeped through, and I screamed, "Don't you dare touch me!" He paused, cold eyes locking onto mine, amusement playing in his dark gaze. His lips curled up at the corner, a sinister expression that sent a shiver down my spine. "Mate," Sasha's voice echoed in my head, a whisper escaping my lips as my strength drained away. "Please let me go," I pleaded, desperate for an escape from this chilling reality.

Stella replied quickly feeling shy already. Later at night David heard some uncomfortable sound and decided to raise his heard and see what's happening. He saw Stella having a nightmare. "No... No... No... Mom, Dad wake up don't go please... don't leave me here alone please..." David heard everything and was confused as to why she was mentioning her parents names. "Did they abandon her... no if they did she wouldn't be running their company. What really happened to her then."David couldn't place the two together because he once overhead the nurses conversing about her nightmare always mentioning her parents names. He was still thinking when he felt a tight squeeze on his hand and decided to

“Damn it, you are right.” Thomas walked her back to the horrible scene. They answered and asked questions of their own into the early night. By the time they had made it back to Thomas’s house Sara, and Chester happened to be sleeping in the middle of the bed just like they had owned it. They both collapsed into the bed without taking their shoes off, it didn’t matter they both needed back into the dream world running from something or someone. The rift in the astral plain began to groan as their lives shifted it once more.

Tomorrow we are travelling, so I will need all the energy I can get. It didn't take me long to find sleep. Nightmares plagued me that night, though. Tiredness, or maybe the stress of everything, but it became so bad, waking up and falling asleep so often, I almost couldn't tell the difference between reality and dream state. Especially when they twisted into darkness, lavender colours mixing in with the ebony. Finally, they formed into eyes. Sinister eyes. Eyes belonging to an immortal I have met myself. Shinee. As I tossed and turned, the threat of him never left. His warning, to stay away from Thorran, and to not involve myself in his business. And as night wore on, I started to wonder whe

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.

His breath slowed. His hands relaxed. And without warning— The room melted. And the dream began. The Nightmare Smoke. Everywhere. It twisted like a serpent through the air, wrapping around his throat. He stumbled through it—barefoot, shirt torn, hands dripping blood that wasn't his. "Xavier..." The voice came from nowhere, yet it pulsed through his bones. He stepped over a broken spear. All around him, wolves lay fallen—some he recognized. Some he didn't. Their eyes stared blankly at the stars.

DAMIEN A scream shatters the silence of the night. It’s sharp, raw, and filled with so much pain that it jolts me upright in bed. My heart pounds as I turn to Anna, who’s thrashing wildly, caught in the grip of a nightmare. Her cries are broken and desperate, her hands clawing at the air as though fighting off invisible demons. “Anna!” I call out, shaking her gently. “Baby, wake up. It’s just a dream. Wake up!”

His eyes rolled back, and he fell into a deep, immediate sleep. In his nightmare, he stood in an endless void. On each finger of his outstretched hands, he balanced a glowing orb. Each orb contained a swirling galaxy, teeming with life. As he watched, horrified and mesmerized, one orb slipped from his grasp. It didn’t fall; it unmade. The galaxy within winked out of existence without a sound, as if it had never been. A profound, cosmic grief filled him.