Nightmare Soup Book Novels & Stories

“I can smell you, Helen. We have to get to the ceremonial dinner soon. I don’t have time to chase you and—” The book rattled in a dim, blue shade of light before the book busted alive between my mate and I. his eyes widened in horror. He ran to my side, pulling me to my feet and away from the table. The mysterious, glowing book threw itself wide open and the pages flittered through the air, turning themselves over one by one in a fluttering motion. I gasped, clinging to Justin’s warm, muscular chest and we both watched on in horror. “What have you done, mate?...” Justin whispered, the book abruptly stopping on a page in the middle. It laid wide open, displaying a bright, cyan hue through the

I microwaved the soup for a few minutes and hummed like a soft lullaby. As the soup warmed, I got out two plates: one for Jemima and one for Kalmia. I placed Jemima's on the dining table, steam rising from the soup like a gentle exhalation. With Kalmia’s plate, I moved into the bedroom, where she lay with her eyes close, drifting peacefully into slumber. I sat beside her, still holding the bowl of soup, steady and warm in my hands like the embodiment of a comforting treasure. I entered the bedroom, gazing upon Kalmia’s frail form, her body marred with bruises like a canvas ravaged by a brutal storm. The soup was in my hands, warm and fluid, almost as if it was comforting treasure, while I wa

But it might take a while for it to get back to where it was. After they left, I reached for the grimoire of my people, the Book of Elders, and started paging through, hoping to find something that might help us take down Balista. First, I went through all the pages that Daphne had marked, memorizing all the spells, feeling as if I were back in college, cramming for an exam in veterinarian school.

The only part of his room that was not totally neat was the reading chair that had a blanket on it. It took Jess a few hours before she finally finished with their bedrooms, but once she finished with that tasked, she went on with the next one to the next one and that’s how her day went. Finally, by six o’clock she was busy with her finally task which was making dinner. Jess made wat she always made when she had a tough day, a good soup. Soup was a happy-sad memory for Jess, Maya would always say that if you had a hard day, you need to drink a soup, it was the only cure, according to her. Jess missed Maya. Jess shook her head, trying to get rid of the memories, she didn’t want to think of Ma

She would always stand by June in this. Breathing became difficult for a while as she was being torn in half. She was now the one with her head underwater, and no one to help her like she did Mitsuhide so many weeks ago. When she willingly walked into a nightmare. Now the nightmare was there to take over her life as well.

Every prole was a danger until it had breathed its last breath. Reese felt for his pants pocket only to find there were no cigarettes in there. Good thing, smoking was forbidden in the bedroom. He could do it in the kitchen or in the living room, but I didn't want the smoke in here. "It is very unlikely that you will get anything other than roast rabbit and beef chops in Historia." Accidents could happen in Historia too, but that was not an issue here. "They should be fed poison." "Unfortunately, that won't be on your menu." Reese got up from the bed, came over to me and gave me a kiss on the head. “I call Jilin and tell her that we will accompany the transport. You can make food in that tim

She slumped on the floor like a heap of mud, her eyes hollow, murmuring the same words over and over. “It was me… aflatoxin… I poisoned my own daughter with my own hands… I deserve to go to hell… I deserve to go to hell…” On this New Year’s Eve, the illusion carefully maintained for twenty years was completely shattered by a single diagnosis and the cold weight of the truth. “Daniel Carter! Look at this! Look at what you’ve done!” My uncle was the first to slam the table and stand up, veins bulging on his forehead. His trembling finger pointed at my mother collapsed on the floor, then jabbed toward my father, whose face had turned the color of ash.

🌍💥 Memories disappeared. 📖💥 ⸻ The Hunger took another step. ⸻ And existence began fading around it. 🖤 ⸻ 🌙 The Final Page The Book of Origins suddenly opened. 📖✨ Its final page appeared. A page nobody had ever seen. ⚡ At the top were written five words. ⸻ FINAL DEFENSE PROTOCOL ⸻ 😱 ⸻ Below it: If The Nameless Hunger returns… The Last Dreamer must awaken.

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.

I didn't know if I would survive the night, if the cold would claim me before the dawn. Then, a voice, warm, cut through my thought. "Violet, I'm so sorry. I should have come sooner." I hadn't expected anyone to speak to me, let alone offer comfort. For a moment, I was too numb to react. Slowly, I lifted my head. The first thing I saw was a pair of the most striking sky-blue eyes I had ever encountered. Alex Skye, the Alpha's eldest son, the future leader of our pack, was looking down at me with genuine concern. His grip on my hand was firm and surprisingly warm. With his steady support, I managed to stand, although my limbs were still heavy and unresponsive.