Withered Nightmare Puppet Novels & Stories

We had no humans left. Many of the younger members tried to turn their girlfriends or friends but none of them survived. It was unusual and we didn't know if it was because of their young age or because the disease had already infected them but they all seemed to die from the Nightmare anyway. Colton had ordered us to stop and not to bite anyone other than our family or spouses. Even the few daughters of our pack hadn't survived. It was heartbreaking and we had mourned for months. "Johnny! Maria! It's so nice to see you again!" Patrick greeted us and I noticed Abby put her arm around Kitty's shoulders. I made eye contact with her.

Red and Melissa's eyes widened before the vision of Victoria's skin turned greenish and broken, the hue of her red hair dimmed until it lost all its shine and her clothes took on a worn look. "What the hell though…" the medical assistant muttered with a combination of skepticism and torment staining her voice. The moment Victoria was freed from the whip's clutches, she turned to the tracker, allowing him to see that her face was the equivalent of the corpse at her feet. There were two dark slits in place of eyes, it had no nose and its mouth resembled a sewn up one, however the absence of lips or teeth was unavoidably careless. He tried to say something, but from the unusual opening that was

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.

The long-missing Night Hag had reappeared, dragging the chest with her as she crept up to the puppet. Everyone watched, breathless, as the scene unfolded. The puppet, slumped and broken, reached out with stiff, jerky motions, gently resting its hand on the chest. Then, with a soft rustle, it collapsed completely, as if its spirit had finally left its body. Its eyes slowly closed and never opened again. The Night Hag let out a haunting wail, circling the puppet like a loyal hound guarding its master. After a long silence, the terrifying creature climbed up the walls of the tomb.

Andrius reassured him, “Since this is your body, I’ll bid for it and give it a proper burial.” Cedric nodded and closed his eyes to start to calm down his emotions. “As you all can see...” On the stage, the woman introduced, “This is a battle puppet refined from the corpse of an Aureate Immortal. Its strength is roughly equivalent to that of a mid-stage Aureate Immortal. “You can also call it a tireless, loyal, and fearless companion. Its value is self-evident. Therefore, this puppet will be auctioned through bartering. Please make your offers. If the seller is satisfied with the price, they will communicate it to me.”

My body glowed faintly, my fingers steady once more and my youth renewed. This was how it worked. I don’t just stop at stealing their lives. I steal their terrors too, draining them until what’s left is only their skeleton. Their nightmares were currency, and I was rich again. “Look at you,” I whispered, watching the trembling man. “A creature so easily undone by his own mind.” I lifted my hand, and his nightmare deepened. The forest around us melted into smoke. He stood at the edge of a cliff, the whispers of his lost family calling his name. He moved toward it, his voice cracking as he begged for it to stop.

"Did you know that dullahans have literal nightmares as steeds? As in the levitating spectral demon horses usually only commanded by the King of Dreams?" I stood up, making a shot for the garbage can with my cup. It bounced off the rim and scared a stray tabby cat. Well if that wasn't a metaphor for this conversation, I don't know what was. "Because I sure as hell didn't when I'd asked him to take me home!" Fun fact: Nightmares are actually very sweet once you get past the teeth. Not so fun fact: They like sudden drops when flying. "Promise. Details," Noelle threatened with a current of magenta magic sparking at her fingers. "Now!"

She was also having the same thoughts, but she tried as much as possible to control her emotions. They went to the precinct immediately to inform the captain of their recent discovery. Sophia and her partner walked into the captain's office, their expressions serious. The captain looked up from his desk and immediately noticed the tension in the room. "What's the situation?" he asked, his voice steady. Sophia took a deep breath and began to recount the details of their investigation. "We received a tip from the wife of the first victim about the creature terrorizing Greenwood," she said. "The witness described the creature as a half-man, half-wolf."

I groaned and wiped my wet cheek with my arm. I blinked away the tears and grabbed the scissor. My heart was hammering rashly while my throat was dry, and it ached. Clutching the bullet with the scissor, I tried to pull it out and failed the first time. I continued with my struggle and finally pulled it out of my leg. My heart pumped violently inside, but I felt the sudden relief when I threw the bullet to a corner. Blood flowed from my leg as water down a river. I was getting dizzy but did my best to stay awake. Grabbing the stitching needle and thread from the box, I started to patch my skin together. I couldn’t feel any more pain and for a second, I was terrified at the thought of my leg