Nightmare X Chris Novels & Stories

33A NIGHT WITH MR XANDER Chapter 33: The funeral "I said look!" He yelled making her snap her eyes open. Her eyes wet with tears slowly made contact with the tombstone in front of her. Her breath cut as she let out a gasp and soon shock registered in it. There was another name instead of Josh's. XANDER could see the shock in her eyes and knowing what the look was he said. "He's not the one. He's the guy at the cartel. He touched you and so he died, I made sure of it.

“How can you be so sure?” Demetri smiles as he chuckles softly, “When you know, you know. It doesn't fade, and the connection grows as time passes. I can feel my wife's emotions even though she's back home. Tell me, did you have any odd dreams or that recurring one of your parents' deaths?” “How did you know that I did, in the past, but not last night?” Demetri smirks, “I'm the Devil, Misha.” “Shit, sorry!” I blush.

Darell said, releasing his hold on Chris's shoulders. Darell mockingly said, "Freaking coward." Chris said sarcastically, "Well, sorry for being an ORDINARY human guy, who is TRYING to leave his life peacefully, with no fear of losing his damn blood to a fucking vampire. He still seemed a little thrown off by the news, as was clear from his expression. Luna, a friend of his, was a vampire and alive." Darell laughed at Chris because it had been a while since he had last seen him inconsolable. When he discovered a snake coiling inside his car, Chris was last seen acting in that manner. Darell was still struggling to forget what had happened.

Christopher charged at the largest man of the group jumping onto his back and stabbed him repeatedly until he lurched forward losing all strength. "You mother fuckers! You're fucking animals, die!" Roared Chris. THUNK! Something hit Chris hard, with the adrenaline pumping it took him a second before he felt the pain. A Stream of blood flowed down from his head over his face. His world was spinning and eye sight going dark. "Chris!" The last thing he could remember as darkness took hold of him was his mother calling out to him followed by an agonizing scream.

He stood up as his watch beeped “I have to get going. I will come next week.” He went upstairs to quickly kiss goodbye to Emile, to fill his mind’s eye with her appearance to sustain him with fighting spirit for the next week. His conversation with Raphael had opened a different direction for his investigation. Raphael sighed softly as he watched Chris's back disappear into the darkness from the manor. The night was still and silent for some while it was moving at a rapid pace for others. Chris’s car raced through the darkness of the night all the way from Paris to his homebase. Night Wing and Night Rider who were disguised with two insignificant face masks and identities took turns riding w

Chris had a man's neck between his teeth as he tore it away from his body with an ear-piercing scream tore itself away from the man's throat. After five men had been killed by Chris, I saw that more men were still coming and my consciousness was now little to nothing. I saw Xerxes grabbed in one arm and then another. Soon, Dolores, Elena, Mike, and Antonio were now held. No one was fighting again. I saw the man that had slapped me slip out a knife and flashed it in front of Chris who struggled to get out of about 10 men's grip. He slowly took the knife close to Chris while I watched in agony what was about to happen.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

Chris moved forward, with a scary smile curving his features and stood just near her bed, observing her hazel eyes for some seconds. He didn't lie ,but yes this woman was a piece of pure beauty! For a minute , he was also enchanted by her innocence. Wearing a black jacket, with pierced thuds, he was totally looking a scary monster_ who was ready to pounce on her. Her whimpering sounds broke his busy trance, which was observing her too keenly. " If you don't run from here, then no one can save you from him not even God!", Chris bit the apple which he had brought from the kitchen, and licked his lips devilishly. He was same untrustworthy and like the same predator, who had held her in this pri

She had a feeling she would die soon. Paige dared not look at Chris. However, she had to. She awkwardly turned around and looked at Chris, forcing an ugly smile. “Y-You’re awake.” Chris said, “I had a nightmare.” Nightmare? Impossible. How could such a fierce person have a nightmare? “What did you dream of?” Paige asked. Chris looked at her and said, “In the dream, someone was trying to steal my money. Don’t you think that’s the worst nightmare?” Paige was speechless. How could she be so careless? How could she not notice Chris was awake?

As I finally make it to the pack hospital, I notice I’m dripping blood through the corridor, but not much I can do about that. I follow Chris’ saltwater taffy scent and before I make it to the room I can hear his screams of pain. Using the wall for support, I make my way into his room and see Doctor Richard looking down at Chris with a pale, horrified expression; Vitali is watching in anguish and nurses are hovering in the doorway unsure what to do.