Nightmare X Chris Novels & Stories

The same man who had appeared in the rearview mirror, lying motionless on the road after Ethan had sped away into the night after having a drunk night. For a moment, Ethan’s entire world seemed to tilt, the air rushing from his lungs. He could barely hear Sasha’s excited voice as she rushed to Chris’s side, her hands gently taking his. All he could see was Chris’s face, the face that had haunted him in nightmares—the face he thought he’d never have to confront again. Oh, God. —————————————————

My hands cover my mouth as I look to Xavier, and he’s just smiling, wiping his blade off on the leg of his jeans. Tears spring to my eyes as Chris’ body crumples to the floor beside me. My mind can barely process what just happened. There’s so much blood- it’s already starting to pool on the floor around his lifeless body. “Wh… why?” I whisper, staring up at the face of pure evil. He just shrugs, tucking his knife back in his pocket. So nonchalant, like he used it to slice an apple rather than someone’s throat. “Traitors can’t ever really be trusted, can they?”

“It’s kind of cute, seeing the nightmare of this school acting like such a puppy.” He pouted. “How did that name even stick to me? I wasn’t even that bad.” “Please.” I rolled my eyes. “I only came to this school a semester ago—how would I know? But according to Eli, you broke a lot of hearts. And, sadly, girls always fall for the bad ones.” I raised my fingers in air quotes. “Not all nightmares are bad, Cross. They called you the nightmare they wouldn’t want to wake up from. Though, honestly, I thought otherwise when I first met you.” I giggled.

I whispered, my voice shaking. Chris stumbled, blood at his lip, fear finally rising in his eyes. He tried to crawl away, but Xander dragged him back by the shirt. He slammed him once more against the wall. Chris gasped, spitting blood. “Stop—stop—” Xander leaned close, his wolf ears twitching. His voice was a growl. “You don’t get to touch her. You don’t get to scare them. Not ever again.” Then he shoved Chris so hard that Chris hit the floor and rolled toward the door.

Nick only comes out at night for a few hours or when something strange happens. Ryan Morris: I got up in the morning. My head was in pain. I tried to open my eyes. I wasn't in my room. I quickly look at my bedside. Chris was sleeping beside me. I looked at my clothes. They were also changed. I quickly got up from his bed. Startled by my sudden movement, Chris also woke up. "What am I doing here?" I asked him. "You drank too much last night. Your clothes got dirty. So I changed them". He answered.

Chris closed his eyes at that moment, and his head began to ache, which caused Clara to wake from her short nap in his arms. “E-Elijah… Tiffani…” Chris murmured the names. “What’s happening to you? Are your memories coming back?!” Clara asked anxiously. “Aaaaaah!” Chris screamed in pain, causing Clara to panic as she quickly called for help. “LUCIFER——!” was the last word Chris uttered before he lost consciousness, even before the people Clara had called arrived. Chris was immediately taken back to the Center. Meanwhile, at the Ferman mansion— “Leonora!” Elijah shouted.

He hates how weak he gets whenever he’s with Kurt. “Are you planning to die in there?” He heard Damien’s voice. Chris’ head is still buried in his pillow. “Wait!” Chris suddenly lifted his head. Damien’s attention went back to the human. Chris immediately took his phone from being charged and checked the calendar. “What is it?” Damien curiously asked. Chris sighed and buried his head on the pillow once again. He heard the demon clicked his tongue, then silence came after. He must’ve left because he’s ignored. Chris lifted his head and started to space out.

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 turn around to see an older gentleman who looks like a doctor walking towards me. “Hello, my dear Ms. Dreasden. I am Doctor John Hopkins, Nelli’s psychiatrist. I was told of the events tonight and not to alarm you, but if at any time the lights go out close your eyes and do not open them no matter what you hear. Apparently Nelli is loose and not under control. See Nelli has no soul. She was born with the blackest eyes of any human being I have ever met. If she sees the fear in your eyes, she will scratch them out before she kills you.”

However, upon seeing the sight before him, his expression turned grim and he scowled at the sleeping male. With his mouth forming into a grin, Chris was snoring away as he slurred out his idol's name happily and drools escaped his thin pink lips, "Megan~ Fox~" He felt anger burning in his heart and without knowing any reason as to why he had the urge to murder Chris right then and there. Without thinking twice, he grabbed onto a nearby pillow and flatly slammed it onto Chris' face. He made sure to cut off Chris' air supplies till he was actually struggling madly underneath Nathan.