Warforged Nightmare Novels & Stories

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.

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi

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.

Derek, Sophia , Vieira and the healer were all still in the alpha king's chamber. A good while had passed. At the moment, no one was saying anything. A couple of servants scurried through the entire place in a bid to get the whole mess cleaned up properly and set the room in order as it ought to be. Derek could not stop staring in wonder at the mess he had created. The whole room was in chaos. More like where two werewolves had had a very brutal fight that was set for death. The only things that missed were those markings of the claws of people who were slashing everything. Some parts of the room definitely needed to be redone. He sat on a sofa with his full focus geared towards the two huma

"Signed three years ago by Archon Malakor. He authorized the destruction of my family's gym, ordered the theft of my late mother's research, and manufactured two hundred million silver shards in fraudulent debt to chain the Vance lineage." "A compelling forgery," Malakor replied instantly, not a single muscle in his face twitching. He raised his hand, signaling his corporate legal proxy standing beside the dais. "The Shadowfang Wilds are a lawless, unregulated territory filled with black-market syndicates, counterfeiters, and rogue shifters. Any data retrieved from a rogue server in the Iron Quarry is legally unverified and inadmissible under Sovereign Law." "The Assembly seal on that file m

they say on unison " ok for the last two nights i have been having some weird dreams, where I'm in a field and there is an ancient forest in the distance. Then I notice the biggest wolf I have ever seen in my life emerge from the forest. And something hissing a chant off in the distance, I still have no idea what the chant means. Then I turn to run away. And get attacked by the wolf which rips my arm off" I raised my sleeve and showed them the mark from my first dream " them last night I had the same dream but there were two wolves and they rip me in half" I lifted the bottom of my shirt and winced at the pain that was still there. "Then this morning at breakfast I gained my wolf her name is

In no time, Zen sought out all the mushroom monster variants in the forest. They could be found far from the main path and usually travelled alone. He realised that caps were not the only things these zombie puffballs could spawn with. Two rarer variant forms wore sunglasses and wigs. The wig-wearing mushroom variant dropped hair weaves, and the sunglasses-wearing variant dropped shade fragments.