The Mission The Nightmares Novels & Stories

I shouted and my knees seemed to weaken to see that Dad was lifeless and his eyes were wide open looking in my direction. I stopped remembering an event I regretted witnessing. That was the death of my father. My chest was so heavy and I couldn't help but feel angry every time that I remembered that memory. The fear still lingered in my heart, after that incident the nightmares intensified. Sometimes I wished that everything was just a dream but I was in reality and I wanted to escape it. I was driving and I had an important place to go where I could get answers. The time was near for the big mission to begin, so I had to organize everything before taking the step. Freeda is already a part o

“Annatoria, you are not five years old. Please, be serious.” “I am serious, Director. I am not responsible for what you choose to believe, but trust me, I am completely sane. I went on that Lycan Mission and met the Lycan. He threatened my life up until the point I returned. And for the past three weeks, that creature has found ways to wreck my brain with strange things.” “Let’s say that you’re saying the truth,” his smile grew bigger, like he was determined to crumble my claims, “how do you explain working on a mission you weren’t assigned?”

And if last night was anything to go by, I’d need a helmet, armor, and probably a professional stress-relief team just to make it through. I peeked over the pillow cautiously. Dream, of course, was still in the penthouse, probably watching me, probably aware of my every heartbeat. I didn’t even know if he realized what he’d done or if he was just… enjoying it. My phone buzzed. The system timer now ticked down: 11 hours, 59 minutes remaining. I groaned again, kicking the blanket off with dramatic flair. This mission was going to be a disaster, and I was already failing spectacularly.

I scream that they may have tattooed me, but I’m not one of them and I don’t want to go on anymore stupid missions. It works better than I hoped. Carden doesn’t stop by for days on end leaving me with my nightmares. They become stronger with each passing day. I wake up breathless. I wake up crying. I wake up with my fists clenched to the point of having bloody nail marks dug into my palms. I wake up with a scream. And then I don’t wake up at all.

I’m your nightmare. I quickly turned around ready to leave this alley when I bumped into a hard toned chest. Looking up I felt my heart sink deeper into my stomach as I felt color drain from my face. I paled as I felt a strong fatigue coming. “Did you miss me bunny” the same voice that was behind the shadows said but this time I could see his full face and the sight of him made me nauseous, my dread, what I had always feared had returned. Leo Miller.

POV Sammy I let what Cash's friend and Locke had told us sink in. If they were telling the truth, Kitty was in more danger than we thought. This trip was only going to take a couple of days. Luckily, the Vampires had a road system cleared the entire way down since they had been clearing roads since the start of the Nightmare. They used them to find humans that wanted to be turned. I realized that they were probably taking some humans to feed off of since we all needed blood but I didn't want to think about that part. I couldn't.

Within seconds, my eyes grow heavy and sleep takes over, pulling me into a whirlwind of nightmares throughout the night. I'm falling through a dark hole and I desperately try to cling onto the sides to pull myself back up. Screams echo around me and I slap my hands over my ears, wanting to block the noise out but it only intensifies it. My fathers voice pleads for help. Trevor's voice is loud and vicious. My mother's voice is extremely high pitched, calling my name over and over again.

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

More tears flow down. “It's not what you think, Father. I promise I can explain-” I yelled aloud, watching the door slam in my face. But I don’t give up. I was kicking as I struggled to get down. However, their grips are too strong. Heads turned towards me as they carried me out. Their questioning eyes. Their hateful gazes. They're moving lips as they formed like they were the holiest. I couldn't understand why Father was doing this to me. It was either as a punishment or…