Nightmare To Remember Novels & Stories

"But you owe us an explanation. The team's broke. Everyone's been waiting for a chance like this. They deserve to know why." I looked toward the snow-covered peaks in the distance and thought about what had carried me through those seventy-two deadly turns for the last ten years. My daughter. The sound of her crying in my dreams. "Mom, save me." I'd survived by clinging to one impossible belief—that she was still alive. Even when I was close to dying myself, I forced my way forward. I couldn't let another mother lose her child like that. I swallowed the tears burning behind my eyes. "I'll explain it to everyone. Just stop."

Her walking stick made a loud thumping sound. The servants gasped and quickly nodded their heads. They feared this old matriarch. Balling her fingers into a tight fist, her temper simmered gradually. All she wished to do was slam the old witch onto the wall. Mia suddenly realized that the saying 'when you are at your lowest, you will be deserted by even the ones you thought loved you' is true. At that moment, breaking news popped up on the television. Undoubtedly, it was about her. A LUNATIC APPEARS AT HPZ HEADQUARTERS TODAY CLAIMING THAT ALESSANDRO ANTONIO IS HER FIANCE

A memory from the night she died. *

“My name is a promise. A promise of power and vengeance. And believe me… tonight, that name will be remembered by everyone.” The night is not over. And I know that after this night… nothing will ever be the same.

She must have felt guilty… The woman beside me opened her eyes and moved her lips, whispering something, but before I could fully comprehend it, I watched my mom jumping toward us, protecting us until her last breath, killing all the Rogues at the expense of her own life. “No, Mom!” I screamed away from my bed, my chest breathing heavily and sweat dripping on my forehead. I looked around and found myself on the small bed in the barracks at the Deamonmaw Nightwalkers. Right… I came back from the border after my run. I went to sleep thinking I’d forget how I felt like being followed and feeling paranoid. But I didn’t think it would trigger me to have a nightmare… No, it's not a nightmare… but

I continued. “Bullshit, Yzabelle!” he yelled, pushed me hard before pulling himself away from me. “I called Thunder a while ago and he told me that he doesn’t promise anything! Fuck it!” He made a facepalm and gritted his teeth. He sat back next to me then held me in the shoulder. “Tell me the truth, Yzabelle!” I swallowed an air hardly though there was a lump building in my throat. “He might have forgotten his promise. Ethan will remind him later,” I excused, slightly shaking.

They don’t hear him, the men standing in the path of the deadly steel. With arms outstretched, he leaps, knocking the men out of harm’s way. Pain! Screaming, white-hot pain in his back. Then…nothing. Nick woke gasping for air, his bed a pool of sweat. It was the same every time the nightmare came to torment him. He rubbed the ache in his hip and thigh, and fought to push the memories away. But the memories stayed. They always did. So did the pain. The sense of failure, of uselessness.

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

"What do you mean?" "I had a nightmare," I explained, rubbing the back of my neck. "But it wasn't just a dream. It was a memory-one that I hadn't been able to recall before. His expression changed in an instant; a flicker of tension crossed his features. He laid the spatula down and stepped closer, his eyes scanning my face. "What did you remember?" I sucked in a deep breath, the words weighing heavy on my tongue as they came out. "It was about my parents. About the night they died.

Adam's apple bobs up and down, unsure of the recent nightmare. The Nightmares No one knows when they started, not even his father. In their earliest memory, they remember a little boy waking up screaming and crying over a dream he could not explain. Because the moment he wakes up, he forgets everything. The reason that scares him always remains behind a thick wall of shadows. In his nightmares, he never sees anything clear other than hearing cries and feels pain, as if someone has squeezed his heart and stabbed him in the back. He would always wake up after struggling in the dark, mumbling unrecognizable words.