Nightmare Sans Novels & Stories

A smile washes over my face as his rough voice floods the space, and I can just imagine his tired, haggard face. “Because not only are you the weapons manufacturer,” he continues, “you’re also a Nero. And you’ve managed to bag the only other Nero in the galaxy they know about. I think you could stand to learn a little humility, Nova.” “Slag, Edan, you’re alive!” I say, relief flooding through me. “Are the others okay?” “What the void, Nova?” Zayne’s voice speaks through the overhead sound system. “You can’t just go and disappear like that and then make a major outing on The Black Hole of Truth. Are you trying to give everyone a slam heart attack?”

And perhaps the message was they never should have entered this fucking city in the first place. From his position in the driver’s seat, McBride could see everything—from the first Sleepers sitting up, to the attacks on both his own comrades and the US contingent that had accompanied them. Everything played out to that surreal classical soundtrack. He reached down for his own pistol, a Browning L9A1. Even though it was against orders, there had been no way he was coming in here armed only with bloody tranq darts. Screw that for a game of... a game of soldiers. And it was just like a game out there, but one their side was rapidly losing. A good thing he hadn’t relied only on the tranqs as wel

— The Gentleman in Black Lena rolled out of the bed, breathless, panting. She couldn't count how many times she'd had that nightmare. All over and over again, a recurring memory stalking her in her sleep like it was trying to show her something, tell her something. Lena wasn't interested in that. Especially when what she really wanted was to forget all about that day. It ruined everything for her. And so it felt cruel of the world to let her relive it every night.

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.

◇NO POV◇ Srinithi is sleeping peacefully in Don's embrace she knows very well no matter how far she try to escape from him sill he will bring her back so accepting her cruel fate for her family she agreed to his conditions she wanna go near her parents but she can't go untill he sends her as there is no other option she slept peacefully but nightmares are not allowing her to sleep peacefully they're making her scared she was in a deep sleep she noticed blood everywhere she woke up with a scream in fear don who was sleeping peacefully next to her also woke up and took her to his embrace she is crying in fear

REID The sound of screams wakes me from a dead sleep. I should be used to it by now- it’s a nightly occurrence with Serena sleeping in the room next door. I’m not, though, and each night of sitting by and doing nothing to intervene or comfort her is worse than the last. My wolf whines and paces, desperate to get to our mate and console her. If only I could fight her demons for her, find some way to rid her of the nightmares for good.

She sighed then her gaze shifted to my arm. "What happened to your arm?" Annah points at my left arm that's wrapped in a casket. "Don't worry about it." She eyes me for a second then lets it go knowing that I'll be fine. "Anyway, back to business." Annah is an arms dealer, her company is one of the best companies out there they call themselves 'The Caters' She does dirty work here and there but she knows how to cover up her tracks

The music from the live band performers was instantly replaced with the blaring sound of car alarms. As Nira's scream subsided, Denzel staggered to his feet, bewildered. The previously lively streets now bore the aftermath of the banshee power Nira had unleashed—a surreal scene of shattered glass, flickering lights, and startled faces. Denzel glanced around, surveying the damage. Thankfully, it was limited to the destruction of properties; nobody appeared to be hurt or dead, as far as he could tell. Still processing the unexpected turn of events, Denzel looked at Nira with concern and awe.

Even as the pain worsened, and she’d grown red in the face, it disappeared. After wandering in such illusions for a long time, Scarlet lost consciousness again and fell into a deep sleep. Instead of waking her up, Sansy dipped a lukewarm towel in a basin. The bones of the hand that twisted the towel as hard as possible were turning white as he poured every terrible thought he wanted to do. A rising rage awoke in him at the blatant insult lad and this lassy kept showing him even as she was sick. “Prepare the ritual, we will put her in an Underwater Haze. The medium must be preserved.” He called out and went to deal with the stubborn man in the prison cell.

No one except the man. The lights flickered. Static buzzed in the bulbs. Electricity crackled. The carriage was plunged into darkness, just a split second of impenetrable black that filled my mouth, my nose, my ears, like thick, dank water, choking me, drowning me. When the lights exploded back into life, I saw it. A sheen of silvery skin on the man's cheek, harsh white reflecting off scarred flesh. It was a brief flicker of a bad dream. A touch of a nightmare; there and then gone again so quickly that I had to blink away the haze, but I knew I'd seen it, I'd seen him .