Warforged Nightmare Novels & Stories

"Now go to bed, Angela. Your training starts immediately after school. So run down home after. I'll be waiting. Good night" Angela was terrified. She didn't want to have to become an animal, at least not one like Leo. But it's a werewolf job to do that. She understood that much. She laid on her bed, hoping not to become a monster like her bully also with the downsides and upsides to becoming a wolf. A power she didnt think she had but wouldn't mind exploring. ============================================= Next morning, Angela woke up with a full mind and body, with memories of what happened the last night. Still hoping it was a nightmare. She often had nightmares this didn't seem like a probl

The campsite suddenly filled with a repugnant smell, like rotting flesh. Nathan leaped forward just as the creatures burst from the shadows. They were tall and bulky, twice the height of Nathan, with dangling arms, wide hands, thin bony fingers, vicious claws, and protruded fangs shining with poison. It was like seeing a vampire experience death over and over again, unwilling to die. I stared in horror, a blood lust and anger evident in their faces. I lost my balance, collapsing in panic. Everything became a bur. Junto was flung aside by one of the beast's pale hands. Then it dove after the Shape Shifter with jaws the size of a bear trap.

That is the strangest thing I have ever thought in my life. That familiar itch starts to spread across my neck, down my chest to my stomach. It itches so bad, I pull up my shirt and when I do, I scream out into the empty dark room that is lit only by the moonlight and a single nightlight over by the entrance. Daring to look down again, I see that where I had just scratched, is a gaping wound and there is a maggot crawling out of it. I hear a noise from behind me and when I turn on my heels, I watch as the same man from before stands about a foot taller than I am and is staring right into my eyes. He opens his mouth and states, “You have finally awakened. Good.”

They were a very powerful force to reckon with. As for Nightmares, they were far stronger than Predators. Predators were strong, but a Predator could be taken down by a well-coordinated team of at least 7 Top Level Thrashers. But the same couldn’t be said about Nightmares. Nightmares were so powerful that they could easily dispatch off a Mythic Class, and even the most powerful Mythic Classes weren’t their match! One could recruit 20 Thrashers and send them off to kill a Nightmare, and fail miserably! The best outcome would be that one of the Thrashers escapes the fury of the Nightmare! That was how strong they were. Fortunately, most Nightmares were Mystic Path Warriors. And since that batt

Although he was wise enough to know that, as the only female Worgen, he required her to produce his offspring. Vaheed Wolverson was Farrah's mate. The unworthy son-of-a-bitch. For now, his value to her was to use him as leverage, a pawn to their plans while she remained Dymian's lover. The woman was expected to populate a new breed of shifters for the werewolf realm. It was soon to be renamed ‘The Worgen Realm.’

Phil, I advise you to escape and leave the girl, if this goes on and when we end up inside the abyss the nightmare origin will be strengthened once more. Phil glanced towards Annie's direction and saw her still concentrating, trying to recall happy memories so that she can defeat the nightmare origin. 'No, I believe in Annie.' Twisted laughter filled the cavern as a strong aura spread out from the nightmare origin. Its metamorphosis was complete, what remained was a gigantic and hideous spider, the head was still Annie's spider but more inhumane and twisted, it sprouted a human body like an Arachne with twisted and squirming tentacles instead of flesh, it obtained an arm like a mantis with h

She opened her eyes slowly. “The Nightmares. I managed to find that fragment of memory when faced with the dark monsters that locked the Green Forest Dragon in the Thorn Whip magic artifact. Does it have anything to do with The Nightmares?" Astrid asked, looking at Lycus Lewis. "The Nightmares?" asked Lycus Lewis to confirm. “Yes, The Nightmares. A dark creature that has claws and captivates the spirits of the orphans,” Astrid replied with an irregular breath. She was still trying to regain consciousness.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

I quivered awake from bed in an heavy breath and perspiration all over my body. I gasped in and out making an heavy sound. I looked around the room, all in good state then I strained my hair to the back, face down as I dropped my elbow on my kneel. "Arrgh!" I growled, ruffled my hair, whimpered, and gasped continuously again trying to recover from the horrible nightmare. I made a throaty sound as I heard the sound of a twist in the door.

"What the fuck has crawled up your butt, Frog? You've been a nightmare to work with for weeks now." Having pretty much been expecting this from Purl, Frog picked up his needle and slowly, angrily began to do a few looms of the new yarn his fellow Fate had provided. "You know damn well why I'm aggravated. This job is thankless and feels somewhat obsolete. What the fuck has been going on with the Underworld? Why are certain toms and no-furs disappearing from our watch? You can't tell me you aren't feeling all the non-Tarsi-created tangles, Purl?"