Undertale Nightmare Novels & Stories

Every fiber of her being was in full panic, and then, as her eyes slowly rolled back, she began to accept that this was how she was going to die. Just then, everything was released at once. Adea gasped for air as she fell to the ground and then screamed as the fall worsened her injury. “Do you know how I found you?” Lyda spoke up as if teasing her. “Our first ritual did more than just give us control over our dreams. Ever since that night, the worlds of our dreams have been bonded. That’s why I was able to fill your innocent little head with the dream that got you back here. And this place,” she raised her outstretched hands and glanced around the cavern. “This place is where nightmares live

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

The King Star has been one of the greatest achievements of the underworld after the Great Lycan, it was the most terrifying and insanely great thing to ever happen to a person and it came as a blessing or a curse to whoever possessed it. The King Star held great powers, powers that could match up to what the Great Lycan could do, it started as a thought, an imagination after the appearance of the First Great Lycan and after its death and futile efforts to bring forth another Great Lycan, it became a reality. A few of the Underworld rulers broke out to form an allyand experimented on their first male children with the fur and stolen blood they had gotten from the Lycan before its death. This

Bad things happen on her birthdays and they were usually the dreams she had a night before, coming to reality. They were usually slight occurrences that didn't involve death but they were still bad. The worst thing about these nightmares was that it seemed there was nothing that could stop them from happening. They were bound to happen and Juana called it her curse. But her dad and granny thought it was fun or magic. Even if it was evil. "It'll let us know what to do and what not to do" Granny said but the evil still happened anyway no matter how careful they were in trying to prevent it.

“I do trust you, tía. This situation isn’t to say that I didn’t trust you. I know what you sacrifice for me, and I also won’t hesitate to do the same for you.” *** That night I had a nightmare. My aunt was dying and the only hope I had was Alexander. I looked up from her frail form on the bed, to the man I hated the most in this world. “Please help her,” I cried. “I’ll do anything.” The was no mercy in his eyes as he spoke. “Too late. You really underestimate me, love.” With no warning, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. “You only had one choice. Now, you die.”

Valerie said as she shuddered. "Yeah. Well, let me get back out there while these are cooking. Don't worry, Val, I'll be careful if that guy comes back in here." "Alright, girl. I'll talk to you later." Tabitha wasn’t going to tell Valerie about the dreams involving Mark. Those were the real nightmares. They had evolved from just him raping her after being with the man she couldn’t see. There were several where he forced himself on her. She shuddered as she thought about those. That was part of her past that she didn’t care to remember.

CHAPTER 18. HAUNTED BY MY NIGHTMARES HARA LUCID NIGHTMARES. That's what they call it. Because in the nightmare I'm having at the moment, I'm aware that I'm dreaming, that I'm having another nightmare. And they weren't just any random nightmares, they were a reoccurrence of my past with Roland. *

Sitting cross-legged not far away from the Crazy Crone, his consciousness sank in. As expected, the blooming speed of that lotus in this place had obviously accelerated. As a result, golden pollen fell once again. ‘Great Nightmare Spell!’ Alex had acquired a new mystic art. The Great Nightmare Spell was a great dream that allowed someone to enter a nightmare or leave a nightmare. It could also allow one to enter someone else’s dream and influence their minds to dream according to their own will. ‘This... is too awesome, isn’t it?’ Alex believed the Great Nightmare Spell was a great way to pick up girls.

Each of them saw the same things: a dark realm filled with monstrous creatures, battles fought with desperate courage, and the feeling of being hunted. One night, Anna dreamed she was back in the underworld, standing before the massive beast they had fought. Its eyes glowed with malice, and its voice echoed in her mind. “You think you’ve escaped,” it hissed. “But the underworld never forgets.” She woke up screaming, her grandmother rushing into the room. Evelyn held her tightly, whispering soothing words. “It’s over, Anna. You’re safe now.” But Anna wasn’t so sure.

Black as midnight, pulsing with a sickly green glow. “Nightmare seeds,” Ravenna explained. “Plant them near the fortress, and they’ll grow into plants that release spores. Anyone who breathes the spores will have vivid nightmares, their worst fears made manifest in their sleep. They’ll wake up exhausted, paranoid, jumping at shadows.” “That’s…” Marcus looked disturbed. “That’s psychological torture.” “That’s winning.” Ravenna scooped the seeds back into the pouch. “Wars aren’t won with honor and fair fights. They’re won by whoever’s willing to do what the other side won’t.”