Romans & histoires The Mission The Nightmares

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.

Once the determined crew was tamed she invited the kitchen staff in to help them do things the right way while she and a couple of the staff cleaned everything up to give them a clean space to teach. Ife couldn’t resist cleaning with a magical touch. Once everything was ready they served the pack a hearty breakfast. A breakfast full of gratitude and love. The other half of the pack in Africa also got a love filled home cooked meal. They spent the day as a family, park time with the pups and their friends. A picnic for lunch and some water fun in the evening. Everything seemed normal until the undead surrounded them and ushered them back home. The pack grounds looked desolate. Strange beings

The sky was streaked with pink and orange streaks when they fell asleep exhausted wrapped together every secret between them expunged forever. A few weeks later a summons arrived for the Council Leaders, they were ordered to attend another meeting at Mafia Headquarters to discuss their ongoing ‘problems’. It was in two days and Juliette was hit by nightmares that night as the memories returned and Romero found it difficult to bring her out of them, they seemed to last during the day as well. She would wake up exhausted after her sleep had been disturbed several times and it caused her to fall asleep during the day, she seemed to drop straight back into the nightmare and her pitiful screams e

When I gave up on my mission and confessed to the existence of the system, my girlfriend, who couldn’t seem to give up on her first love, suddenly agreed to marry me and bear me a child. I thought my sincerity had moved her and excitedly began preparing for the wedding. She, however, tricked me into going for surgery. “You’re on a mission and have unlimited lives. He has end-stage heart failure and is on the verge of death. Don’t worry, after his surgery and recovery, I’ll come back to our family and continue helping you with your mission.” What she didn’t know was that the moment she took my heart away, I had utterly failed my mission and all my memories were erased. One month later,

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.”

Their footsteps light, as the moved professionally in the darkness-- Having only one mission in mind. To kill Arianna Greystone... Before the ceremony ends. At all cost.

“We’re kind. We sell happiness at a fair price. And we need you, Maya. The ‘Green Frequency’ is starting to fail. Some dreamers are having nightmares. Their minds know the dream is fake. We need the girl who wrote the story to fix their ending.” Suddenly, the lights started flashing. The steady hum of the machines ramped up to a furious roar. “What was that?” Julian gripped his iron pipe, eyes wild. The Vice President stared at her tablet. Her face drained of color. “That can’t be. The computer walls aren’t supposed to break.” A scream ripped through the hall. One sleeper—a young girl—jerked violently. Her eyes snapped open, swirling black and green. “The nightmares,” Maya gasped, rushing fo

she mumbled timidly before quickly hurrying off. —--------- Host! The mission countdown will start soon. "What!" I yelled immediately standing up from bed. I looked around confused, "What mission?" I asked, staring at the ground. Hunting with Nerien you dumb ass bitch, the system voice was high pitched, causing me to flinch and run forward a bit. I let out an exasperated sigh. "I have never seen Nerien since like forever, how was I supposed to find him now?" Your business, am on a date don't disturb me, mission countdown begins anyway.

One night to breathe before facing everyone again. But I didn’t sleep. Not really. That night, my nightmares returned. And they came hard. The room was dark, but the nightmare was darker. I was back in the old facility. The one where I betrayed them. Where I hurt the children. Chains hung from the walls. Screams echoed in the air. I saw myself, standing tall, wearing black gloves. “Do it,” a voice said. “No,” I cried. But nightmare-Rosa did it. She pushed the button.

“How do you know?” Raven’s eyes glowed faintly with reflected aurora. “Because she’s calling for me.” --- Global Dreamspace — Nightmare Bloom Shadows rose like smoke along the horizon, their forms shifting, trembling with human fear. Nightmares made manifest. Faces twisted by guilt. Memories stained by wounds. Traumas long buried clawing their way into the shared dream. Sophia stepped forward. “No — not like this.” The nightmares surged, not malicious, but desperate — the unprocessed pain of billions seeking release all at once.