Warforged Nightmare Novels & Stories

Max I sit in my seat at church, located to the left of Austin. The long oval red oak table proudly presents the emblem of our club. The death symbol holding his usual scythe along with a shield. Under the emblem are the words Nightmare Warriors MC in black bold letters. We have only been in church a few moments and are still waiting on a few brothers to join us, but judging my Austin's nervous behavior, I can tell something is defiantly wrong. The thought worries me. This club doesn't need any more bullshit.

I paced across the room, my heart racing as the echoes of my last dream still clung to my skin. The furies. The whispered warnings, the icy grips, and the terror—they were becoming more real with every passing day. The eerie connection between me and the Underworld was no longer something I could brush aside.

Thorn’s army seemed endless. Then the new horror appeared. Thorn had merged Nyra’s shadow power with the ritual fragment. Living shadow constructs rose from the ground, mimicking fallen pack members. They took the faces and forms of wolves we had lost—friends, family, warriors who had died defending us. They charged into our lines, calling out familiar names and begging for help. One construct that looked exactly like a young warrior who had fallen last night reached toward our line. “Help me! It’s me! Don’t attack!”

"I was wrong! Boss, I’ll make it right! I was wrong. I’ll make it right!" Before either Rhys or I could react, he lunged forward, grabbed the wrench, and with a guttural, animal scream, he swung it down on his own leg. CRACK. The sound of bone breaking was sickening. "AAARGH—!" The scream that followed didn’t sound human. His body collapsed like a rag doll, and he went unconscious in seconds. Rhys stood frozen, stunned. I rose slowly, my expression unchanged as I kicked Garrick once. "Drag him out."

​She lunged through the storm of iron glass, her left hand locking around the silver loop of the vial while her right arm wrapped around her own chest, but before her magic could stabilize her weight, a sudden, cold drop in atmospheric pressure hit the back of her neck from the dark of the vortex below. ​Emerging from the bottomless pit directly beneath the diamond pillar was not a machine, and it was not an arbiter. It was a massive, ancient skeletal wolf construct made entirely of petrified bone and black obsidian typeface stamps that carried the original, forbidden characters of the Seventy-Sixth Tier. The beast's massive jaws were lined with jagged rows of zinc-plated teeth that clamped

The boys certainly do not have it any easier; the Eirdegon is a medium sized deer with crystal shiny antlers and bluish fur, from what I know it is incredibly fast and smart. “Should you accomplish that, you will be honored to once again enter the village as recognized children of Mother Jörð and your legacy will continue as progenitors of the new generation. Should you fail, you will be disgraced as failed beings, mere beasts, losing any ties with the elven race.” Wait, what was that about progenitors of the new generation, I never heard of it. Everything sounded bad already, but that last paragraph came straight out of a shady cult. “Worry not, I trust we have trained you accordingly and y

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.

Mobile operators always answer that the number dialed is inactive or out of range. One day Saga had to visit several other cities close to the city of Koba, asking his friends about the characteristics of the Bara family. Or for that matter, the characteristics of Bara and Mr. Aryadi, because Saga doesn't really know what Bara's parents look like. However, his efforts were in vain, to no avail. Even so, Saga actually has the only location he hasn't explored, close to the city of Koba. A forest. But he didn't have the courage to go in there. It is the area of ​​the wolf-shifter, an area inhabited by most of the wolf-shifter of Central Bangka Regency. People had never heard of a wolf's roar or

I will slaughter it. The creature dragged me at a terrifying speed through a labyrinth of narrow, horizontal pipes. The air up here was thick with a foul, acidic slime that coated my skin, burning my open cuts like lye. It wasn't an animal. It was a nightmare born from decades of Vanguard’s dumped bio-chemical waste—a blind, mutated aberration that had learned to hunt the scent of shifter blood in the deep dark. I pounded my fists against its hairless, rubbery torso, but my hands simply slid off the thick mucus coating its flesh. The magic withdrawal left me hollow, my body heavy and shivering as the creature carried me deeper and deeper into the forbidden subterranean core of the facility.

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,