Nightmare Spring Bonnie Novels & Stories

But the spark pulsed once—playful reminder. Bonnie leaned back, staring at the fogged windows. City lights blurred outside. She traced the glow with one finger. Warm. Alive. Watching her back. “What are you really?” she whispered, voice quieter now, almost scared. We are the Honeyswarm, they answered, voices overlapping like a warm hug. And you’re gonna love what we do next. She grinned—slow, dirty, even through the fear. “Yeah?” she said to the empty room. “Bring it in.I’m going to the clinic tomorrow to take you all out.”

We passed the main hallway, a few surprised glances from passing pack members, and entered the room where I usually spent the least exciting part of my day. "Get out," I said flatly to Chris, who was lounging across the guest couch, chewing on jerky like it was his full-time job. He looked up with a dramatic sigh. "Ugh, annoying asshole. Lovely to see you and that shiny new cut, Luna Buckley," he added with an exaggerated wink toward Bonnie before sprinting out like I might actually throw something at him. Once the door shut, I turned back to her. "Now what's wrong?" Bonnie placed the takeout containers down on the coffee table and shook her head. "I'm fine, don't be dramatic," she said, but

"I was sittin' under the tree, freezin', and somethin' was whisperin' to me in a language I didn’t know but understood. It said... 'You looked. Now it sees.'" The table went quiet. "You think the dreams mean somethin'?" Nova asked. "Like pieces of a puzzle?" Wren nodded slowly. "Or warnings. Or worse." That night, they met again at the Bone House. No one had to call it. They just knew. Like the dreams had sent an invite in the form of thudding heartbeats and half-choked breaths. The Bone House creaked under their weight as they crowded inside, each with flashlights and candles. Wren laid out maps, scraps of old letters, and the tattered notebook from Atlas's attic.

“That was the plan. But they just told me they’re leaving for a business trip and won’t be back for at least a month. So… they asked if we could do it tomorrow.” I stared at him, heartbeat loud in my ears. “And how exactly do we fit into this?” Arnold asked, nodding between him and me. “I figured,” Aiden continued, “that since it’s so last-minute, Nova might be nervous. So I asked if some friends could tag along. My mom said it was fine.” He smiled shyly. Okay… that was slightly less terrifying. If I wasn’t alone, maybe I could survive it. They were just people after all. A very rich man and woman, but still. Who even meets at a golf course though? Rich people, apparently.

{He knows that you have silver on you} "It's nice to meet you too. Let's sit down and talk. We have so many questions for you" Colton as he motioned for me to sit with the three of them on the couch. I looked at Craig and he nodded and sat next to me. He made a big show of putting his arm around me and Colton narrowed his eyes at us. Craig just stared back. "Where would you like for me to start?" I asked, attempting to break the tension. "At the beginning of course. What happened when the Nightmare first began?" Colton prompted.

Hatred was the feeling that flowed through his strings at me, and it hurt. Of course I had no right to feel like that; but my emotions never do as they're told and I refuse to rip these ones out. Just because I have no right to feel this way doesn't mean I don't deserve to. Knight is what his name was, but he enjoys going by Fractured now. He was supposed to be the Nightmare Master’s loyal dog who would kill anyone who went near him. Of course, he wasn't actually loyal, just doing as he was told so that his family wouldn't suffer the consequences.

I forced myself up. My dress was now weighing me down. “It was a lot going on, alright?” He barked. “This is your fault anyways, what kind of psycho jumps off of a waterfall?” “The kind who wants to die!” I screamed. “Alright, enough games, Princess. I should have already had you back at the pack house, let’s go.” “No,” I stated stubbornly. Beta Grant’s blue eyes flashed angrily. “Bowen-” “That’s Luna Bowen to you!” “You’re going to come with me Luna Bowen.”

His raspy voice was barely audible. Charlie was taken aback. Before she could say anything, Casen jolted up and yanked her into his arms. Casen clutched her with every ounce of his strength, relieved that I was found. “Bonnie, it’s you… The nightmare is over.” In that moment, he honestly believed that I was alive. Charlie’s icy voice was a reality check that shattered his fantasy. “Wake up, Casen. I’m Charlie, not Bonnie.” Casen froze.

Jairon commented to me, then turned behind him. I saw his brow furrow in surprise. I took advantage of that to stand up and motioned to my companions to come closer. I want to laugh because they tortured me with their glares at the same time. "Bae, these are my friends. The Atrómitos Orgánosi heads are Aycxe, Shiela, Noella, and Sophia." I pointed them one by one. "He's my husband, Matthew," said Sophia as she put her hand on her husband's arm.

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.