Nightmare Spring Bonnie Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Each challenge pushed them closer to their breaking point, testing not only their physical prowess but also their resilience and loyalty. One night, as they camped beneath the starlit sky, Luna could sense a growing unease within their group. Amelia had been plagued by nightmares, her sleep restless and haunted by visions of a dark figure cloaked in shadows. Luna shared her fears with Asher, who revealed that the same nightmares had plagued him as well. Determined to put an end to their torment, they delved deeper into their mission, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. The Heartstone's presence seemed to amplify their abilities, granting them newfound strength and clarity.

"You've always been this way. Once you decide on something, you have to see it through. Don't work too hard. No matter what happens, you'll always be our daughter." - Sutburg. Ronan's family ran a guesthouse, and my new shop was right beside it. While we finished the last preparations, I kept polishing the display case that had traveled so far with us. Ronan held up his hand as though he was holding a microphone. "A quick interview with Nina, owner of Springtime. Your dessert shop's grand opening is tomorrow at nine. How do you feel?" I played along, pretended to straighten my collar, and answered sternly. "I'm honored and excited, and I'll make the best tiramisu in the world!"

A part of me suddenly wished Damon was here. "No," she said, her tone calm but wary. "But I can tell he's a spy. I can't shake the feeling that someone’s watching, waiting to kill you." My heart skipped a beat. "Should we call Damon?" Bonnie's expression darkened. "No need. I'll call his sister instead." She discreetly reached for her phone. My eyes widened in shock. "Sister? Damon has a sister?" "Yes, he does. She was the one behind your sister's rescue. We call her Ghost," Bonnie said with a sly smile. "She's nice but a total badass. You're going to like her."

The doors slid open to reveal the dimly lit corridor of B3. Aris felt a sudden, icy draft. B3 was a place no living person visited at this hour. It was the "Cold Room." The Morgue. Standing directly in front of the open doors was a little girl. She couldn't have been more than seven or eight years old. She wore a white cotton nightgown that was slightly too large for her thin frame. Her hair was lank, obscuring her face as she stood with her head bowed, staring at her bare, pale feet.

So for the first time that night, I relaxed and and surrendered myself to sleep. By the time I woke up, it was 6a.m. I checked my phone, and I saw that I had gotten some texts from Bonnie. I guessed that I would be getting my woman sooner than I thought. But the moment I opened it to check, my blood ran cold and my throat dried up. It was not the message I was expecting. Nothing remotely close to it. In fact, Bonnie didn't send this. Damsel: I know where your woman is. But I can't guarantee her survival much longer.