The Mission The Nightmares Novels & Stories

Xavier slowly opened the file, his eyes scanning the title: Mission Report - 201 - Blood Crescent - I

“We move out in an hour. Check your goddamn weapons. Double-check your gear. We can’t afford any fuck-ups.” Harken nods, his eyes cold, focused like a laser. “We’re ready, Alpha,” he says. Panzer, the silent giant, simply nods, his massive hands moving over his rifle with practiced ease. As the hour approaches, the weight of what’s to come presses down on me. This isn’t just a fucking mission; it’s personal, a chance to right the wrongs that have haunted me for too damn long. Night falls, bringing with it a darkness that seems fitting for the task ahead. We move through Moscow’s streets, a city alive yet oblivious to the storm about to break within its heart.

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…

I doubted my sanity would remain intact if I were to be left on my own. We all sat in the cozy living room, surrounded by plush cushions and soft blankets. My three best friends; Layla, Janelle, and Sofia, as well as Alyssa, my sister-in-law, flanked me on the large couch, while Alfredo and Alvida, my parents-in-law, sat on a couch opposite ours. The room was bathed in the warm, afternoon sunlight, but no amount of light could erase the darkness that still clung to my very being. I took a deep breath and looked at them, my voice shaky as I spoke. "I've been having these recurring nightmares,"

Literal shivers ran down my spine, as I watched them load up their respective rifles and pistols, in preparation for the task ahead. Apparently, three people were going to be right with me; Jordan, Mia and Steven. The rest were going to be stationed in strategic positions, outside the warehouse, just in case. A fresh wave of panic had started to wash over me, as I thought of how impossible it would be to get past them. Why would Brandon even go through this much to rescue me? Was a problematic, college stripper with daddy issues, worth all these trouble? "Il dolore rosso, isn't it?" Mia said, bending down to look me right in my eyes.

"Lola and team four. They don't know the real mission. The only thing they know about the mission is our destination. They think it's a place filled with rogues." Raven bobbed his head. "What about dr. Dixon?" "It's the same for him." Raven exhaled, suddenly feeling the burden of working for two sides become totally unbearable. He was like a secret agent for Nevea's side. "I hope we can eliminate all the criminals." "Hmm." Logan replied. He caressed the paper, which stated the location for tomorrow's nightmare. He had excepted it far from the center of Rimore, but he was proven wrong because the place was near the palace.

When an angel leave the world, it took away the peace that once graced by us. ~~~~~~~~~~ As Arlet abruptly awoke in the dead of night, her body was drenched in sweat. She rubbed her eyes to clear her vision, realizing she was in her hotel room next to Milo’s room. She wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, feeling the remnants of a vivid nightmare that echoed Raya’s desperate cries. The weight of their last conversation lingered in Arlet’s mind, and she couldn’t help but blame herself for Raya’s pain. She recognized that her nightmare was a result of overthinking the situation.

I hear the door open and I lift my face with the last remnants of strength left in my body. Unconsciousness was calling me again and I was ready to surrender to it, in the dark I felt no pain. “We're taking off in a few hours,” he says, and I realize this is the first time I haven't heard his thick accent. His appearance shakes me completely, because this man looks a lot like my father, it was like I was seeing a ghost "Stop torturing her and get her ready to go." He appraises me calculatingly and I notice his thumb is systematically tapping with the index finger, as if he has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He smiled sadly and said, “You don't have to feel bad about it. I know you would have told us earlier if you could.” My heart melted at his words. He doesn't blame me. I kept repeating that to myself over and over again. I bobbed my head up and down, suddenly feeling at ease. “Thank you, Dad.” “So,” Richmond cleared his throat, looking pale, “What does this mean for you? The nightmares, does it hold any connection to the Lycans or were they just ordinary nightmares?” “They might be connected to them,” Beta Riley contributed for the first time. We all fixed our attention on him, a silent urge for him to continue. “Well, I don't know anymore than you do but there's someone who interprets dream