Nightmare Sans Novels & Stories

I hear a distant high-pitched scream "Stop it, Cosmo suffered a trauma and is injured!!!" "He deserves to die!" I choke feeling the blood suffocate me, a hand gently turns my head to the side and I let the liquid accumulate on the floor. I open my eyes with extreme effort and see Azazel trying to keep his father away from me. "What is happening?" Yesenia asks and slowly helps me to my feet. "Cosmo is having sex with our daughter and cheating on us under our very eyes!" Yesenia looks at me in alarm and shock "Get that man out of my way!" Axel disappears into the office and knocks on the door so hard the sound reverberates throughout the house.

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 .

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?”

Never mind! ****** LMCD22

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.

I need some caffeine at the moment. @SenaSen

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.

╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ The sound of heavy rain woke me from my nightmare. Ever since I had moved into this packhouse, I hadn’t been sleeping worth a damn. Some nights, I didn’t sleep at all thanks to the endless nightmares. About losing it all to Alpha Dominic, no less. I had no idea when the last time I had slept properly was, but the goddamn thunderstorm outside saved me from that particular bad dream.

“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.