Nightmare Sans X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

I'm mentally exhausted, dear diary. I miss Campbell, I miss Ivy and Alicia, i muss my former school. I miss Lisa. Yes, Lisa was a big bully but I still miss her. I killed her, and I feel so bad about it. I wish I could have stopped the accident, I wished she had believed my dream and I wish I hadn't had any dream in the first place. I hate using inhalers but I'm getting used to it. I hate not having anyone to text, apart from mom and dad and granny. Diary, please keep me awake till morning, I really feel very sleepy..."

Her hands tightened on the book as she held it up to her chest, tightly. Her legs shook slightly as she made her towards the chair. The scent of tobacco and rain filled her nostrils, registering a name at the back of her head. Xandros. She gulped. In all of her lives both in her imagination and reality, never had she expected to see Xandros sleeping. In a library of all places. A book was opened before him and she could see the title atop on of the pages. Tales of the dark. It was a book for Lycans. She could make that out, not that she would understand a shit about it. What she knew about them were the stories told. Nothing more.

I growled, crouching low, "I'll rip that book out of your hands and burn it with you." "You can't even touch me, Alpha." Xander opened the Ledger. The pages began to turn on their own, a blurred storm of parchment and ink, "You see, in the new history I’m writing, you never made it to this mill. You never even left the pack house. You never even fell in love with Darius.” He slammed the book shut. Suddenly, the world around me began to blur. The sound of the saws faded into a dull hum, and the honey-coloured wood of the mill started to grey and rot before my eyes. The heat vanished, replaced by a biting, supernatural cold.

His eyes are tired and bloodshot, running down the length of me, several warriors posted behind him as I blink awake to my bedroom. I’m coughing my cries, so overwhelmed with fear that it takes a minute for me to realize it was only a nightmare. Again. It’s been many days since Xander had cornered me in the washroom, his threat bringing on such intense nightmares ever since. Again and again, I see the rogue from the casino holding me down, his claws dragging down my body and pooling blood underneath me as he leaves no skin unhurt. He is ruthless, but he isn’t here and instead Jaxson is, concerned and reaching to wipe my tears away. I flinch instead, wound too tight with fear.

XANDER POV I had the most annoying dream ever! You know those dreams where you keep falling and never hit the ground? And it feels very real? Yes I had those kind of dreams. I woke up dripping in swear, from the dream so I had to take a shower. I walked in to my bathroom and turned on the shower. While waiting for the shower to get hot I brushed my teeth, I was lazy feeling today. My name is XANDER, STORM GREY I am the Alpha of Bloodmoon pack. The strongest pack around well second to the royal family that is. At age 25 I haven't found my mate and I am currently fucking a human. Not dating no, this is not a relationship, I don't like it but it's better than to have sex with a wolf I will n

Xander’s final whisper lingers as he turns: "That night, I followed my instincts. And I’d choose you as my mate again without hesitation... even if the nightmares we see are visions of what’s to come." I shake my head. "It’s too vile. I can’t survive that, Xander." The door clicks shut behind him, and silence swallows the house again. The nightmare slams back into me—the grotesque imagery, the woman who wore my face, the acts too depraved to name. My body trembles violently. I stagger back until the living room wall stops me.

******* I tried everything to distract myself, since I came back, books, archery, endless drills, but nothing eased the sharp ache cramping my chest. “You missed the target, Papi.” Elena’s cold hand settled over mine. How could I not miss when my eyes were open but my mind was elsewhere? Lisa had stripped me of my senses, reduced me to something I barely recognised. But not anymore. I would never allow another person to have that power over me again. I gripped the spear tightly. I was Alpha Zayne. King of all Alphas. Elena’s cheeks dimpled as excitement lit her face. “You seem pleased,” I remarked.

Nicole lay beside Liam, the warmth of his body enveloping her. She woke up the next morning, her eyes fluttering open to find him still peacefully asleep. A mixture of contentment and fear washed over her. As the remnants of her dreams faded away, her past traumas clawed their way back into her consciousness. The memories of Crimson, the abuse she endured, surged forward like a relentless tide. It was a part of her she couldn't shake off, no matter how much she wished she could.

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River trembled, fighting back a scream because she didn't want to wake their hosts up. Lord Draven stood in front of her, the streak of moonlight illuminating his pale skin and his crimson eyes glowing like malevolent embers. The air became cloying as the sweetness of his cologne became overpowered by the musky scent of death that clung to him as usual. It was all a scent that River knew too well. One she dreaded. "Itsy Bitsy spider, little human," he purred, his lips curving into a sinister smile.