Nocturnal Wonderland Novels & Stories

As he finished with his words, I sat down quickly and quietly. The sorcerer gave me his last words before he went into his medication again, 'don't go out and close all windows and the door during twilight. Hewent into his meditation again. He didn't shake for several hours. It was twilight around 7p.m of a day. The sorcerer didn't move and I admitted he has fallen asleep. That sentence attached to Tortuga, 'where no man see dark' got me so curious that I left a window opened to see what will happen outside, whether there would be ghost or a giant monster to feed on whover goes out, I was so desperate and can't wait.

♪♪ Lily - Alan Walker, K-391, Emelie Hollow ✿✿✿ Los Angeles, USA, 2019 NIGHTS are so peaceful but mysterious. People take the opportunity of killing, kidnapping, smuggling and doing so many illegal things at night because it's not tumultuous at all. Also people throw most of the parties and peaceful events at night. Every night holds a mystery because of its darkness and opaqueness. I love nights for its mysterious but so clam ambience. No tumultus, no noise, no yelling, no beating and no fear. It's just so tranquil.

[Kael] The following morning, I woke up to a terrible hangover. I didn’t realize that Terrence and I had drank a lot last night and we ended up passing out in his living room. He was still sleeping next to me on the floor. Bottles were sprawled across the floor and it was just a big mess. I suddenly heard keys jangling by the front door followed by the sound of a door opening. I just sat there with my hand to my head as I attempted to soothe my headache.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

Her Granny found it interesting, she called it a blessing because it had helped the family in so many ways. Juana herself didn't think it was a blessing, she found it really strange and scary. She'd rather not know the future than know and not be able to stop it from happening, the bad parts that is. She remembered having a dream when she was seven. It was a very strange one. She saw nothing, literally nothing. She was walking on nothing and staring at a ball of nothing. There was no air, no trees, no buildings. Everything was blank. She herself felt invisible. She screamed right out of sleep that morning. And it was the morning of her seventh birthday. When Baron and Dawn asked her about it

I thwacked my cheeks, endeavoring to escape the nerve-wracking terror. I mumbled, “Wake up … Noah … wake up …” Ella Is gone. No … no … no. I got to my feet and lingered in circles around the couch, my mind recalled that sharp beam of light that woke me up. I advanced towards the main door and tried to unbolt the lock with my trembling fingers. The absence of light and chilly blows of wind had an uneasy and creepy vibe to them. The water in the lake played no music, crickets were not chirping. That night did not seem normal, the deepest part of my heart still believed that I was hallucinating keeping me from the bitter reality.

"Did you know that dullahans have literal nightmares as steeds? As in the levitating spectral demon horses usually only commanded by the King of Dreams?" I stood up, making a shot for the garbage can with my cup. It bounced off the rim and scared a stray tabby cat. Well if that wasn't a metaphor for this conversation, I don't know what was. "Because I sure as hell didn't when I'd asked him to take me home!" Fun fact: Nightmares are actually very sweet once you get past the teeth. Not so fun fact: They like sudden drops when flying. "Promise. Details," Noelle threatened with a current of magenta magic sparking at her fingers. "Now!"

The city outside whispered with the secrets of nocturnal tales, and I, a mere spectator, prepared to step into the velvet embrace of the night. The sheets clung to me like the remnants of dreams, and as I silenced the alarm, the room echoed with the quiet promise of moonlit adventures and clandestine rendezvous with the stars. The night held its own allure, casting a spell that only those who dared to embrace its shadows could understand.

In one dream, Star stood on a mountaintop, surrounded by a breathtaking landscape. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it a sense of magic and wonder. As she raised her hands, a vibrant glow emanated from her fingertips, illuminating the night sky. Stars danced and swirled around her, responding to her every command. In another dream, Star found herself in a vast, ancient library, its shelves stretching endlessly into the distance.