Warforged Nightmare Novels & Stories

"Peggy, I called you in today to discuss the details of your report." Just that one sentence from the nightmarish voice was enough to summon the fear that had haunted my countless midnight awakenings. I hid the knife behind me and turned around. It was Wyatt, but not the man from my memories. This Wyatt looked more like a monster born from my fear. His face sagged crookedly, drool trickled from the corners of his twisted lips, and his bulging eyes burned bright and deranged. I took two steps back. I should have seen it sooner from the gentle ghosts, familiar classroom, detailed clues… Everything had gone way too smoothly.

[Worg -Mystic rank] Level 76 [Pyro Worg -Unique Rank] Level 78 Mutated HP- 3400 CON-340 ATK-560 STR-112 DEF-75 DEX-15 Speed-57 AGI-57 Mana-210 INT-42 [Skills- Horde(Mystic) Bite(Mystic) Agility Boost( Elite) Tail-cleave (Mystic) Flame Art (Unique)]

Tadhg Walter laughed, started using Nightmarefiend fire to refine Shadowfang's body, Nightmarefiend fire crystal for his subordinates is also extremely useful, once refined, it becomes his own Nightmarefiend fire, fighting magic even more powerful, compared to Cadell Brian's current Nightmarefiend, even more powerful. Seeing Tadhg Walter directly use Nightmarefiend Mars to nourish Unstoppable Undead Shadowfang's body, Cadell Brian and Ghost Scene Female General suddenly looked envious, the two of them were dead tired but they were busy for two years, if they were they could obtain these Fire Star Nightmarefiends , their strength will undoubtedly increase by a bit. It's just that this thing i

But this is the tradition you will never be told stronger if you won't pass this forest. ___________ KEZTOR_elder "Walter" power_THUNDER FINO: VENOM GUALTIERO: GRAVITY MAI: WATER NARKISSA: NUMBNESS and TELEPORT NUNZIO: VOICE ORAZIO: SNIPER "Warg grandson, that was the list of all your clan allies. Are you sure about this" "I was born ready grandpa this is what I've been training for right? So what are you asking me like that?"

Three shapes lunged out of the fog—creatures like wolves but disfigured, limbs too long, jaws too wide, fur dripping like oil. One hit him full force. Fenrak slammed into the ground but teeth met his forearm—not his throat. He punched the creature in the jaw, rolled, and kicked it off. The second shadow-thing came for his back and he twisted, driving his elbow into its snout. The third rammed into him hard enough to crack ribs. He gritted his teeth and shoved back. These weren’t beasts. These were nightmares with flesh. “Come on then,” he growled. “I’ve fought worse before breakfast.”

The entire ship trembled as its claws scraped along the floor. Mae froze. The vision sharpened. She saw it. The same towering silhouette from her nightmares. The one that stood at the center of the battlefield when the world burned. It was here. The thing forcing its way through the cracked barrier let out a shriek that rattled Mae’s bones. Its form was bigger than any of the others, its limbs spindled and twitching, claws dragging sparks across the floor. The smaller Forgotten scattered from its path, making room for their champion.

But this creature was no foot soldier. “Warden.” A voice whispered in my head. I recognized it from one of the memories from my past life. One of the ancient beings that once guarded the Forge during the first war. And Zerathos had reanimated it. “Oh gods,” Ava whispered. The Warden roared—a blast of sound that shattered all the glass around us and sent several of our warriors to their knees. I didn’t give it time to strike. I lunged forward, swinging my blade low toward its leg, Ava mirroring my move by sending a beam of light magic straight into its chest. But it barely staggered. It moved like smoke—fast and then solid again when it attacked.

There were more of me just being the main character of the moment, but funny enough, today was none of those. Tears threatened to form in my eyes as it dawned on me that I hadn’t moved on from anything. From his assault, from my mother’s death, from my childhood. There was nothing better about the person I had become. I was still a loser, a coward who couldn’t tell lies from the truth, a coward who couldn’t face her own truths, a coward who was still running away, even now.

"A few days after you were born, Luca and April, the young woman you saw him with yesterday afternoon, were out of town on a hunting trip when the monthly court hosted by their clan went wrong. What began as a normal night for all of us ended horribly when fledgelings—they are newly sired vampires—attending the court went on a rampage and attacked everyone in sight. They hadn't fed for days, and they were in bloodlust. It took our coven, a powerful spell, the Star of Chaos and a virgin's blood to end the terror. But in the aftermath, Julian, Luca's brother, and several members of their clan were eternally bound to their cellar, forsaken to wither and perish—" "The forsaken," Cadence whispere

My internal discussion goes aimlessly, screaming for help and frantic in light of the fact that this is substantially more alarming than anything else we've seen before. We actually beat Pedro, Abbadon, the alpha group, the darach, and the nogitsune, but we were exceptionally close to losing someone the whole time. At one event we really lost Justoedith.