Nightmare Sparkle Novels & Stories

She snaps her fingers with her still expressionless face, as she calls out and names that holder’s nightmare, yet her somehow very salvation into the loop of the future and the seventh, where everything comes running down into a forbidden chance and emotions, she calls. “You’re her heart, but her demise, you who she should watch carefully, yet underestimated. Her darkest desire that is knocking and getting louder with each passing day and moment is the hunting spree she knows, anticipated, but could never evade. Her heart that she thought that is as strong as her mind will never be. For you are her very nightmare, in the game of love, she calls and will foolishly fall into. Mike Nacre.”

I tell my fiance, malice dripping from my tone. “Of course, Princess. Calling you by your name will certainly be the best.” Princess. The nickname grits at my hear, causing a wicked memory to flash in my eyes. “Do not call me Princess,” I hiss at Rayne. He stares at me for a while and then smiles. “As you wish, Lilith.” My name on his lips sounds like a fucking curse. He is smiling, but there is a darkness lurking in his eyes, like he is silently warning me not to forget that he is supposed to be my enemy.

“I heard screaming! What happened?” He looked at Sarah, then at June. June lay on the floor, sweating and shaking. Dante saw the black name on her arm. “What is that?” Dante stepped closer, voice low and dangerous. “June, why is that name on your arm?” June stared at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “It’s my grandmother, Dante. She’s not really dead. She’s the Spark. She started the Market. And now she’s trying to wake up inside me.” Dante glanced at the tattoo, then at the door. Fear wasn’t on his face—anger was. “The Auditor gave us a locket to hide the glow. He never said a ghost would try to take your body.”

AVARA I wake up with my head pounding, my throat dry and my skin clammy. I lie still on the bed, not bothering to move, trying to gather myself, narrowing my eyes because the sunlight streaming into the room is stabbing at my eyes. It had been one hell of a night. I close my eyes tighter, press onto my memory and fragments of the dream and visions I had the other night claw at my mind. Hide the spark. What the hell is this spark? Nyxarel.

A couple of seconds have passed as we both tried to catch our breaths. He looked over his shoulder instead. "I think we los-" The car flew off the end of the unfinished bridge into thin air. - - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - - My eyes felt heavy. My entire body is sore. Constant ringing in my ears. Gabriella. Gabriella. "Gabriella." A faint voice called out. I slowly fluttered my eyes, everything was blurry. "Gabriella woke up!" there's the voice again. "Please baby come on! You need to wake up."

But I never had my own pheromones. And before I knew it, I gasped and woke up. ~.~ I focused my eyes on the ceiling above me. It took me a goddamn minute to realise it was just a dream, and I was fine. I sighed and sent both my hands through my hair. 'What was that dream??' I groaned painfully. 'Seemed like a memory.' Sparkle replied. 'Where are we now???' 'You collapsed.' 'WHAT?!' 'Welcome to hell, Eve.' she laughed.

She was never going to surrender to him; he bought her, but he couldn't buy her life. She was going to make sure she made his life a living nightmare. She was going to make him regret ever buying her and let her go. Yes, he was going to release her himself when he got tired of her. She grinned; he didn't know what he bought. He had just purchased a nightmare, and that nightmare was hers.

I scrambled out of bed in an instant. I cupped my mouth with my hands. Jonas took me home! He introduced himself to my parents as my friend. He didn't stay long. He left after that. "'Etincelle," I heard Mommy's voice. I whipped around and ran towards the door. I opened it. "Mommy," I called. My throat went dry. "You okay? You look like you just saw a ghost." "Uhh, nothing. I just woke up." "Don't you have a hangover? Were you drunk last night?"

It broke my heart to hear how sad she was. Delilah sniffled. I knew it was her because it was this soft, delicate sniffle. If it were Persephone, it would have sounded like an air horn. “That’s right. You have to wake up so you can meet Crista’s mate. She’s going to be the Luna of the Incubi pack.” Delilah tried to sound enthusiastic. “I know! I know, little flower! I want to wake up! I want to meet him! I have so much I need to tell you, to tell the Incubi Alpha about this war!” I shouted, not caring that they couldn’t hear me.

It is an infamous Shakespearean quote, "Expectation is the root of all heartache", but it was a headache in this case, because Lucas had expected his alarm to wake him up at the right time and since the stupid clock couldn't do that, he was now late, cranky and super tired. He didn't catch any sleep last night, pertaining to the fact that he was busy trying not to break down all over again. It had taken so much effort, just to remind himself that Evan didn’t understand any of his guilt and unlike him, the baby had even forgotten what had happened.