Nightmare Sky Novels & Stories

Rachel excitedly introduced me to the rest of the pack who had been away on a business trip and only just arrived back from what I had gathered. "Hello Luna, my name is Natasha." One of the girls exclaimed. She seemed nice as she went round the room telling me who everyone was. " And you?" I called out to the girl who was throwing daggers my way. She scowled and stared at the floor. I found this very disrespectful behaviour towards someone who was meant to be their future Luna and found myself snapping at the girl. "Is this how you treat your future Luna. Perhaps the alpha will have something to say about this." The room fell silent as the girl glared at me.

As Kit looked out into the backyard, she could see the pieces of trash thrown everywhere that was coated in the slimy concoction that looked like congealed blood. It was something that could inspire horror movies from the looks of it. She understood why Mitsuhide didn’t want her to see it or the other guys in the house as well. She knew they would downplay anything just to keep her calm. She almost smiled at that. She knew they all were trying. Things were looking like that other shoe was falling right now. She took a deep breath and turned around and looked at the door for a minute.

She wasn’t sure how to respond. “As if I was looking.” Jess finally answered. If the boys weren’t looking at her, she would have hit herself in the head for such a dumb replay. Joshua and the others scoffed and moved to the glass door. Jess stood up lastly. She poured herself another drink and swallowed it in one shot, before filling her glass again. She took a big breath and wrapped the blanket around her tighter before following everyone out of the house. The night sky was beautiful with the mixer of snowfall and shining stars.

Stefan yelled, rushing back up on his feet, and was pacing the stunned boy. ‘Wake up, Sky!’ The little boy mentally slapped himself, he was hyperventilating with fear so strong he was sure he would die from it. ‘Wake up before you die in this horrible nightmare!’ Sky closed his eyes tight, fear gripped him. "Listen to me," the bad Stefan's voice from his nightmare cut through him again. Sky had to open his eyes to look up at him. As far as the little boy knew, this was just a nightmare. He would wake up soon and everything would be back to normal. "I don't want you ten feet anywhere near me ever again," Sky shook his head vigorously, even if it's just a dream, his words still hurt. "Be yours

“I know you didn’t mean to send him out that way, and he knows that too. He’s only worried.” “Worried?” I frowned. “You haven’t told him about your panic attacks? The nightmares?” Oh. She didn’t know. I didn’t know if I should be relieved or disappointed. But I guess this was a better outcome. “No, not yet.” She sighed, out of sadness, and probably relief too. Because she’d probably be a little heartbroken if I had been able to talk to Alexander about something she and my parents never got to find out. I never talked to anyone except my therapist, about the details of what happened the night I got the scar. There were so many unresolved emotions around it that I was still not willing to face

"SKY!!!" I do everything I can to get to her but soon enough I can't see her anymore. As the world collapses and darkens around me, Jaden calls out to me. 'Don't forget who you are! Skylar, don't...!' Then his words fade away as I black out. ***

The Red Sky ​POV: General Vesh (Elara Vance) ​The blood-red luminescence on the northern horizon did not behave like light. It pulsed. It breathed. It bled across the night sky like an infected wound in the fabric of the universe, casting a sickly, crimson glow over the white marble ruins of the Capital. ​Kaelen remained perfectly still beside me on the balcony, but I felt the violent, apocalyptic spike of terror through the open mate bond.

Date = 8 August Place = San Francisco (Black Pit) POV - Aria The kitchen hums with low chatter and clattering pans — right up until Sky lifts her hand to her mouth and goes perfectly still. Her eyes lock on the doorway, and the warmth in the room drains like someone cracked a thermostat to freezing. “Fock,” she breathes. A shadow fills the entrance. “I fucking told you to stay in bed and rest,” a deep voice growls. My shoulders jump. My spine snaps straight. Sky just smirks at the storm walking straight toward her, slow and wicked, like she’s been waiting for this exact moment.

The sky was completely dark now, the northern winter night settling in with a sharp, biting chill. Skylar reached a quiet intersection, and with a mere flicker of intent, the $300,000 USD cash instantly disappeared into her Supernatural Space. She ran a hand over her empty, aching abdomen. Her next priority was clear: a feast, a reward for the small, battered body that had endured the trauma of rebirth and the hours-long walk.

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.