Oblivion Through A Nightmare Darkly Novels & Stories

“This place is where nightmares live! I can feel the very essence of your dreams like the wind!” “Stop this, Lyda,” Adea sobbed on the ground. “Please stop it. Look what it’s doing to you. This isn’t who you are!” Lyda let out a loud growl of frustration as she swung her arm around. Adea’s body was thrown into the air and over her until she crashed back onto the rock at the edge of the chasm. Adea was stunned by the impact. Her head fell back against the sloping cavern floor and she stared down into the black abyss below. It was darker than the most starless night she had ever seen, and it was emanating an aura of fear that penetrated her very soul.

Yet, despite my inner turmoil, the overwhelming fatigue overpowered my resolve. "Please let this be another nightmare," I whispered to the void, clinging to a flicker of hope as my consciousness succumbed to the abyss. The darkness swallowed me whole, and the battle-worn landscape faded into nothingness, leaving me suspended in an endless void of dreams and nightmares. "You can now wake up," Ivory's voice rang through, and I felt a jolt bringing me back to the waking world.

As I pull at the darkness, the shocks intensify, but they actually get more pleasurable. I don’t understand, I can feel Athena now, faint, but excited. I forget about focusing on the pull, and focus on the pleasure instead. The shocks ease the soreness, fill me with warmth. I relax, letting my hands trail down his arm, before he lifts my head up and slams it into the floor. I hear a sickening crack, and everything goes black. I dream of a black ops team, sliding through a portal, into a cavern that does not trigger the warning system for King Lobo’s territory. I dream that Kira and Vashti, two high ranking officers, breach the well system for the territory. It leads everywhere, every home an

As the red glare of deepening twilight bathed the surrounding forests in an apocalyptic glow, I felt the first stirrings of the nightmare yet to be unleashed. A storm borne of my own preternatural resonance, and fueled by the unspeakable transgressions of a few deluded wretches too feeble to comprehend the horror they'd beckoned forth. "He lives?" I snarled, raking claws across my face until trickles of crimson wept from the wounds. "Damien Nightshade, the traitorous son of Elias himself, dares to show his face after all this time? And allied with my enemies no less?"

Taking a deep breath, I push through into a vast underground chamber, as quickly as the blink of the eye, the door slammed shut behind me. The darkness was all-consuming, penetrating my mind, filling it with images of death and suffering. Some nameless evil resided here, waiting for fresh prey to torment. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming, not wanting to give whatever had me the satisfaction. The darkness was alive, a living, breathing entity that would consume my soul if I let it. I steeled myself, rising unsteadily to my feet. I would not go down without a fight. I would face whatever nightmares awaited me head on, with defiance in my heart.

Thunder growled low in the distance, the sound crawling into awareness like an unwelcome intruder. In three separate locations, three men lay beneath tangled sheets, their bodies rigid with tension that had nothing to do with the approaching storm. The nightmare was back with a vengeance. It was stronger this time, darker, and for the first time in months of these shared visions, all three were experiencing it simultaneously with perfect clarity. The darkness shifted and gave way to a landscape of utter devastation. The sky loomed heavy and bruised, swirling with storm clouds that seemed ready to collapse under their own weight.

"I am the anchor. I am the Oneiriach." Oneiriach. She didn't know the word, but her soul recognized it. Queen of Dreams. The light returned. But it wasn't the blinding, aggressive white fire of the Hybrid. It was a soft, pearlescent glow. A light that didn't burn, but revealed. It spread from her chest, washing over the graveyard. The bodies of Ethan and Julian dissolved into mist. They weren't real. They were just shadows cast by her fear. The Groom screamed as the light touched him. "No! You cannot wake up! You belong to the nightmare!"

Not only was the boy fine, he was moving towards one of the Low Level Nightmares. Obviously Mane used Absolute Darkness to avoid the hand of death. He activated it the moment Camila leaped at him. He wasn’t stupid enough to think that Words of Power’s barrier was going to save him from the axe of a Peak Nightmare. “Star Flicker,” Mane mumbled softly and his figure disappeared from Nasir’s vision. When he reappeared, he was behind the Low Level Nightmare. And before Nasir could warn the poor guy, Mane had already struck. “Absolute Darkness: Evasive Killing”

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below