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.

Along the way, he had watched Andrius grow and knew he would do everything in his power to fulfill his promises. That deeply moved Cedric. Then, Andrius said to Victor, “Lord Mercer, I don’t have the complete version of that technique, so I apologize...” After that, Andrius shook his head as if in regret. Victor was disappointed. “What a pity you don’t have the complete version of that technique. It seems it wasn’t meant to be. In that case...” After a brief sigh, Victor looked at Morgan’s room. “This mid-stage Aureate Immortal battle puppet is yours.”

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.

There were faint dark circles under his eyes, and there was a probing look in the way he watched me. "Did you sleep okay last night?" he asked. I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "Not really. I had a nightmare." "What did you dream about?" I looked at him, my eyes wide, innocent, and confused. "I dreamed about your brother, but it felt like he actually came by and kissed me." "Dante's" body went rigid, and his eyes behind his glasses narrowed sharply. "Are you sure it was a dream?" "I guess…" I said, sounding uncertain. "It just felt so real. He reeked of alcohol."

Chalida wheezed, her voice thin. Pim looked down at her own hand. It was still gripping a small fragment of the broken tablet. The screen was flickering, barely holding onto power, but the data—the source code they had tried to protect—was still there, pulsing weakly in the corner of the display. "No," Pim said, her voice heavy with a terrible realization. "It’s not gone. It just moved out." From the shadows of the terrace, a familiar, distorted hum began to rise. A dozen more shadows emerged from the stairwell—not one puppet, but a small army of them. Each one wore the face of a person they had known, a person they had discarded, a person they had hurt.

He shoved his way through the royal guards, violently grabbing the wooden frame of the litter. ​"Get your hands off my son!" Vodell roared, his voice cracking with hysteria as he slapped away an imperial knight's arm. "Leave him! Soulus! Soulus, look at me!" ​He seized the young man’s shoulders, shaking him violently, but Soulus remained entirely unresponsive. His skin was gray, his chest rising and falling in shallow, agonizingly slow breaths as the Púca nightmare magic slowly drained the essence from his veins. ​"Soulus, wake up!" Vodell screamed, tears of rage welling in his bloodshot eyes. "What have you done to him?!"

Death tells him "Who's that?" He asks "Can I go?" I ask tiredly "It's me, and yeah, your little friend is in your room," Death says "My little friend," "The werewolf," he says At his words, I take off running past him and quickly up the stairs in record time before bursting into my room where she was sitting on my bed covering her ears. "What is with the screaming?" She asks "Sorry," I say before sticking my head out of the door, "Death can we go in your room?!" I ask him