Nightmares Characters Novels & Stories

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.

As if on cue, her brow furrows, and she makes a soft sound of distress in her sleep that has Frost prickling the tips of my fingers. "What is it?" I demand. Olyon says nothing. He just vanishes, and a moment later, Bethany relaxes, returning to a deep sleep. Asad, Jayan, and I exchange glances. He obviously just helped her with a nightmare. Having a lot of nightmares makes sense for someone who's experienced the terrors of the Tophet firsthand. I really hate that thought, but there it is. The Vel Morin returns, acting as if he didn't just drop everything to soothe our Mate.

Telling him the exact old told tale. “Don’t you remember those happy voices in your mind as you sleep? Or maybe the screams you hear of terror in a nightmare. What is a nightmare? Isn’t a nightmare a small prison you’re trapped in, with no hopes of waking? Why? Because you never know you’re asleep. You forget everything, your name, your life, and who you are. The only thing to accompany you are the monsters that laugh in your mind, that taunt you, knowing everything. Your life, your happiness, everything that had been stolen away. But the scariest part of the nightmare won’t be the monsters. They aren’t scary themselves. The most fearful thing of all is that they are yours. That you can hear

--- IDENTITY Full Name: Guy Johnson Callsign: Nightmare Aliases: n/a Piloting Licenses: Civilian Commercial Industrial MEDICAL Age: 23 Gender: Male Hair Color: Blond Eye Color: Blue Ethnicity: Human Height: 175 cm Weight: 68 kg Build: Athletic Markings/Scars: n/a UNLAWFUL ACTIVITY Crimes Against Persons. Assault x 16 Murder x 4 Rape x 8 Robbery x 2

It was just that a shuddering nightmare fragmented his slumber in the earliest hours of darkness, waking him up, panting badly and sweating like he recently had a bath. The nightmare contained her. Lisa. He watched her getting tormented. Humiliated. Hurt. She was being dragged naked in his nightmare on the streets of her pack he never visited physically. Her skin was seen being defiled by the horny evil soldiers of her pack while Jeremy, that bastard she chose over him, stood next to his father in a high position watching everything unfold across his view cheerfully. He saw her tears. The pallid shade of her face and hollowness in her eyes. She was anything but alive.

Valerie said as she shuddered. "Yeah. Well, let me get back out there while these are cooking. Don't worry, Val, I'll be careful if that guy comes back in here." "Alright, girl. I'll talk to you later." Tabitha wasn’t going to tell Valerie about the dreams involving Mark. Those were the real nightmares. They had evolved from just him raping her after being with the man she couldn’t see. There were several where he forced himself on her. She shuddered as she thought about those. That was part of her past that she didn’t care to remember.

She would always stand by June in this. Breathing became difficult for a while as she was being torn in half. She was now the one with her head underwater, and no one to help her like she did Mitsuhide so many weeks ago. When she willingly walked into a nightmare. Now the nightmare was there to take over her life as well.

“Did I really work for the mafia, and when I suddenly quit? Will they come for their perfect thief and hacker?” “I won't let them take you. You have a life you wan to live.” “That's what I wanted.” She muttered stubbornly. “That was my dream job, and if they want me back, I can work for them.” “Who are they?” “The Rumrat.” She answered. “Are they a mafia? They didn't tell me that they were. They said they were silent She stared at him to see how pale he had gotten. “What is wrong with you?”

Rather than phantom pain from his too recent injuries, all he could think is if he ever can fine to back in stadium. It always started out the same, in the same mocking state of happiness that he knew would disappear, and all he could do was watch. There was always his mother and father, but in the dreams, they weren't his mother and father. They were Amelia and Sebestian, and they were fawning over him. It should have been annoying, but he liked it. It always ended though, too quick. The dream became a nightmare. Brunch became a massacre. Heads of his friends appeared on platters; their body parts mixed into casseroles. The worst was when the dream continued, and Amelia and Sebestian, both

his voice was calm yet sombre. “Nightmare as in a bad dream?” “Bad dreams were named after nightmares, Callista. They are spirits who torment dreamers, feeding off of the terror they create.” “And he works for your brother?” I turned to face him and looked into his eyes, making my mind up to confront him about everything that had been on my mind over the past few weeks. “Morpheus, you need to explain everything to me. You can’t leave me in the dark anymore, not when nightmares are attacking me and women wake up from a coma to tell me you’re in danger and need my help.”