Nightmare Sans Underverse Novels & Stories

The next day - As soon as Emily woke up she received a call from unknown no. "Hello, who is it.??" The other side of the phone was silent and then she heard a cold voice ,"it's me." "Ah..." at an instant she woke up completely.."it's you!!! What happened?? Did your parents not agree?? they hated me?? Tell me." "Looks like you underestimated me a lot.." "Woah..it's a success then ?? Tell me the whole story."

They were neither physically strong nor did they have the healing speed of a werewolf. "YOU HAVE BEEN SAYING THAT SH*T FOR MORE THAT 8 HRS. HOW COULD A HEALTHY PERSON BE COMATOSE FOR THIS LONG." Wilson was livid but also afraid. A mate could be the biggest power of the Alpha the same way she could also be the biggest weakness of the whole pack. Even Though Wilson knew that Rosalind would wake up in no time, he was angry. Angry at himself for not knowing her condition and dropping the bomb suddenly, angry at her for not taking care of herself.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

He placed his briefcase on the bed and took out the document. He looked at the seal on it for some time and placed it in his drawer and then dashed to the bathroom. After about fifteen minutes, he came out, laid on the bed and fell asleep. *** Little droplets of rain could be seen on the ground and in the garden. It was obvious it had rained heavily the previous night. Kelsa woke up with a very bad cough. It seemed the nightmares have returned. She had been having the same nightmare for more than nine years now and seeing faces she doesn't remember, she doesn't even know anyone from that dream.

he mumbled under his breath, “I’m coming for you.” Aiden fell through a tornado of light and dark, the world spinning around him. When he finally hit solid ground, he sighed, his head hurting. He looked up to find himself in a vast, space. The ground was smooth and black, mirroring the starless void above. A single person stood in the distance, their back turned to him. “Who’s there?” Aiden called, his voice booming. The figure turned slowly, and Aiden’s blood ran cold. It was him—another version of himself, but darker, colder. This version smiled, and the sight sent a chill down Aiden’s spine.

But just as I was underwater, I saw she had already popped up on the top of the water, her legs visible in the sun. “Goddess Ivy. Don’t you know swimming under a waterfall is dangerous!?” I shook her, gripping her arms. Her eyes were wide, looking at my hands. “I didn’t go under it, Alex I went around it.” I tightened my grip. “You’re hurting me.” “I’m sorry.” I pulled her into a hug. “You just scared me.” “Blake, for someone so strong, many things scare you.” She ran her hand down my cheek. “There’s real danger in this world, Constant wars. Constant betrayals. You’ve already seen it.” I swallowed, thinking about it. “Only now have I had anything I was terrified to lose.”

Now that I've reclaimed my inheritance, cheap trash like you isn't even fit to lick my boots! I stood there stunned. "You're really breaking up with me over an identity you haven't even confirmed yet?" Marco looked at me with contempt. "That's right." "These past six years, your mediocrity has swallowed up all my brilliance. Look at me now. Do I look anything like the heir I'm supposed to be? "You only drag me down. Dumping you now is God's will!" I almost laughed. During our six years together, I worked during the day and took assassination contracts on the black market at night just to pay off his millions in gambling debts.

The don of the most powerful mafia family in Langshore had become a nobody who had to work odd jobs to survive and could be pushed around by anyone. He would always lie in wait at the company or places I frequented to ambush me. He'd get on his knees and beg for my forgiveness—until one day, when he vanished completely. Sebastian came to me and said, "I broke his legs. He won't bother you again. You're not gonna feel sorry for him, are you?" I rolled my eyes. "Why would I care?" "Then I guess it's time to make good on that promise I made you in the past."

I turned and walked away, my heels striking the stone floor. “Remember this. Whoever I choose to lift can become an underboss. Whoever I choose to destroy can only end up as trash.”

"But he is no longer in the world of the living or the dead. He is in the In-Between. The river carries the weight of all things forgotten, and Jackson has dragged him into its deepest current" "Then I’m going after him," I said, my voice crackling with a sudden, lethal heat. I turned to look at the survivors—my father, Silas, and the handful of Blood warriors who had made it through the Shadow Paths. They looked like ghosts, their faces hollowed out by the loss of their home and their Alpha. "Darlene, you can't," my father rasped, leaning heavily on Silas’s shoulder. "The Under-Realm is a maze of sulfur and vacuum. You have a child to protect. You are the only Sun-Walker left".