Nightmare Sans Novels & Stories

*Collier POV Fucking Zion has been a nightmare today. I cannot control him. He has been wanting Ally so badly the past few weeks that I cannot rein him in most days. Seeing her this morning he wasn’t going to let her get away this time. He had to have her. To claim her. When she left last time I swore I would stay away as she wanted. She didn’t need mixed up in my world anyway. My world is dangerous. My world is why she was hurt the last time. My world required me to run a tight ship with no bullshit. My world was bloody. Ally is my mate though. I knew that the first time I saw her. She was married to that human though so I was able to stay away easier. Then when she hated me, or thought she

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

Nova!!! My mom’s voice cut through my sleep like a chainsaw. I groaned, rolled over, and cracked one eye open. Falling asleep last night had been a war I clearly lost, judging by the daylight seeping into my room. Nova!! she yelled again. “I’m up!” I shouted back. “I’m up!” “Then get ready!” she called. “Your brother’s threatening to leave without you.” Crap. Arnold never makes empty threats. He’ll leave me faster than background actors running from danger in a bad action movie.

A surge of disappointment washed over her, leaving her with a lingering sense of unease. Attempting to clear her thoughts, Nemesis rubbed her temples and groaned softly. Her mind kept returning to a peculiar dream that had engulfed her senses prior to waking. It felt so vivid, so tangible, that at times she struggled to distinguish it from reality. In this dream, she encountered an unfamiliar version of herself and discovered a mysterious connection with the vampire lord, David. Yet, she couldn't quite grasp the significance or meaning behind these enigmatic revelations.

“Your existence is my hell and I’ll never forgive you till the day I die. I curse you, Natalia! I curse you! I curse you! I curse you! DIE!” He stomped on her hands and she was unable to hang on again, falling freely into what she came to see as a pool of carcasses. As soon as she hit the ground, her eyes opened. “NO!” Marvis was cradling her gently. When Nightmares became a regular visitor to her subconsciousness, he would hold her and cradle her like a child. He wouldn’t let go until she was breathing properly. This time, he knew it was different. Her breath was erratic and she was sleep talking. The room was heating up, a side effect of her magic trying to protect her body.

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,

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

Kiva’s POV After two minutes, I watched as the color drained from Caelen’s face. “What do you mean sixty percent?” he hissed. “No—don’t close the casino. What about my other accounts? The offshore one?” A pause. “Then my credit card?” His grip tightened around the phone. Finally, he snapped. “Then what the hell do I pay you for? I’m in the middle of checking out!” He hung up. Samantha was already watching him, suspicion written all over her face.

It was like everyone had disappeared. He was 6'0. His skin was pale and pinkish. His lips looked bloodied and his shoulder-length hair was as dark as midnight matching his eyes. He had a silver necklace, which was odd because he was a vampire. His fangs were out. He wore a see-through red satin-like dress shirt with black leather pants. Velda couldn't take her eyes off him even as he walked away. She knew that she had found her mate. Salvatore became an anchor to the Crazy, Angry wolf/human he would later nickname Vixen.

I left her a thoroughly pissed-off D’Amore-level message on the last call. “Listen closely, you fucking cunt! You will call me back in the next twenty-four hours, or I will break your fucking door down and drag you out by your throat. You owe me answers, and a D’Amore ALWAYS collects on debts.” I whisper-yelled as I tried to ensure that a villa full of werewolves didn’t overhear me threatening my Bisnonna.