Socks Comic Book Nightmare Novels & Stories

The image of Luna Tina's body, on the floor, in a pool of blood was one of the scenes that played in my nightmares over and over again. The distressed and horrifying look on both alpha Jerry and Christina's face was etched in my mind, fuelling my nightmares. In some of my nightmares, alpha Jerry would yell at me, say all sorts of profanities to me. In one, he killed, using a sword to stab through my chest.

I snapped my eyes open. I was sweating, shivering almost. I just had a terrible nightmare, if not a vision, and it confirmed my predictions of the incoming war. I could remember every single detail clearly; it was too horrible to forget. It was about the lycans. The nightmare started with me being in my cave, eating. And then Axton walked in and we talked. I asked him what he thought about the lycans. He didn't give a bad answer. But then goosebumps rose on my skin, and I could tell something was wrong. I sprang up straight and walked outside, leaving Axton in confusion.

I drag my thumb up my screen to unlock it, and I shit you not, the whole fucking world tilts on its axis and it’s like my soul is ripped from my body. All four of my behemoth brothers pounce at once, pinning me to the floor, then Jackson, the bastard, jabs me in the thigh with a syringe full of wolfsbane and knocks me the fuck out. The dreams that haunt me whilst my system burns through the poison, are the absolute definition of a nightmare.

After that, Marcus stopped trying. Marcus had been convicted of fraud. Nothing violent. He was forty-one, with the tired face of a man who had spent his life avoiding trouble. Prison was supposed to be a brief stop, a lesson. But on his very first night, the nightmares began. From his very first day in prison, Marcus began having nightmares, always the same dream. He dreamed he was walking down a pitch-black alley. The walls were damp, the air thick with the smell of rotting fruit. Far ahead, a single streetlamp flickered, casting a weak yellow circle on the ground. Beneath that light stood a woman in a red dress. Her back was to him. Her hair was long and black, hanging like a curtain. And

m. Alexei stood with his arms crossed, watching the runic lead containment chamber activate its final sequence. The deep hum of the glowing runes cut through the silence like an ancestral warning. Dmitry appeared behind him, silent as always. “So…” the older brother said, not taking his eyes off the chamber. “Sasha really bought a nightmare.” “And not just any nightmare,” Alexei replied. “He’s shaken. He said the thing messes with your head. Messes with who you are inside.”

The carriage entered the shadows of the Gloomwood. The first Shadow Hound’s claws ripped through the roof without warning. “Get down!” Marcus roared, yanking the carriage into a sharp turn. The hounds’ snarls filled the air, their shadow arrows hailing down on the carriage. “Dammit!” Cedric’s eyes glowed red. “Rival clan mutts!” I immediately tried to summon my guardian power, but the strength in my blood felt shrouded in a thick fog, slow and heavy. Dammit, the alcohol!

Now that he was no longer a member of the strike force and with the criminal offenses under his record, not even the fur and leather tanning workshops, which were the dirtiest jobs, would hire him. He tried to beg for leftovers, but the werewolves avoided him as though he were the plague. Therefore, Leo started cursing everyone. At the entrance of the market, he spoke ill of me and Aidan to every werewolf he saw. However, everyone merely thought of him as a loser being tortured so badly in jail that he lost his sanity. No one listened to him. The last I heard of him was news of his death. Several drunk rogues saw him curling up at an abandoned building. They shot him with silver arrows just

I clenched my fists until my knuckles ached and stormed toward the house. Dorian Keene. Even in your sleep, you’ll see me. Because I will be the nightmare that haunts you, the way you’ve haunted me all these years. And where better to do that than when the prey comes walking into the Lion's den.

I wandered, fingers trailing along spines, until a thick, aged tome caught my eye: The Rift: The Blood Feud Between Shadowmoor and Nightfang. Curiosity burned. I sat, flipping through tales of broken treaties, stolen land, and one chilling entry about a Luna from Nightfang who was assassinated by a Shadowmoor spy. No wonder these packs hated each other. “I wouldn’t start with the war crimes,” a voice drawled behind me. “The poetry section’s less likely to give you nightmares.” I looked up sharply. A woman leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed, expression wickedly amused. She wore combat boots, a half-buttoned uniform jacket, and a smirk that could slice steel. Her dark blonde curls were

Ever since they were in high school and always framed him for theft, was it in his home as a toy? Yulia Rossi was the best computer geek when they were in high school. She had always bullied and picked up on him; she was such a great hacker that she hacked into his account and did terrible things, and now that he found her, Revenge was going to be so sweet, wasn't it? He didn't know her name was Sofia because she never told anyone about it. He was surprised she didn't recognize him now; maybe he had grown muscular and more attractive. He took a step closer to her room, and the lights went out suddenly. What was going on? He took out his phone and punched in a number. The phone was picked up