Withered Nightmare Puppet Novels & Stories

Vito (quietly): “Let the nightmare walk again. Let him hunt his own blood.” High Priest: “The boy won’t survive.” Vito (turning away): “I don’t want him to.” The mirror flames, and deep in the forest… something howls. Not wolf. Not a man. Something in between.

He was completely drained and truly had no more energy. His blood was almost dry, and every inch of his body was covered with injuries. At the same time, his soul showed signs of perishing. James stared blankly into the air. The sky slowly returned to calm, and the golden puppet warrior reappeared within his field of vision. The golden puppet warrior’s back had a bloody wound from the explosions. It paid no attention to his injury. Instead, it smiled and said, “Amazing. You managed to exert such a powerful force and break my defenses even in such a terrible state.”

Alpha Russo deserved to see exactly what we were dealing with at the boundary. The prisoner continued struggling violently until one of my guards struck him hard in the side of his neck. The prisoner's body went limp, instantly silence fell over the boundary. I stared down at him, unease creeping beneath my skin. Three warriors were dead, this rogue had spoken of mind-control potions, and somewhere beyond my borders, the Dark Lord of Crystal Pack was making his move. Let him come, I'll be here just waiting for him. **** "Gather our fallen," I ordered, my voice carrying across the clearing. "No warrior of mine will be left behind.”

The image of Luna Tina's body, on the floor, in a pool of blood was one of the scenes that played in my nightmares over and over again. The distressed and horrifying look on both alpha Jerry and Christina's face was etched in my mind, fuelling my nightmares. In some of my nightmares, alpha Jerry would yell at me, say all sorts of profanities to me. In one, he killed, using a sword to stab through my chest.

The only thing she does was penetrate the wires and pound her fingers on the hologram keyboard on the desk beside where I lay down. It formulate my system and added a new file that consists of information and data about the puppet. It was a monster. Not just a monster in fairy fables but worse than that. A "monster that never comes out of your closet" kind of beast. I asked her after I pulled my stone out of the couch. "What is this? Is this the puppet you talking about?" I raised a brow and an uneasy curl upon my lips. "A beast beyond the walls that have evolved and survived before the disaster occurs"

The constant nightmares were wearing me down, eating away at what little strength I had left. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw twisted faces and heard whispers that made my skin crawl. The visions were getting stronger, more vivid, bleeding into my waking hours until I couldn’t tell what was real anymore. I was exhausted, desperate, and standing in my own living room facing a creature that shouldn’t exist.

Somehow, his chest suddenly felt so tight he could hardly breathe. As that sense of foreboding grew stronger, he drove straight to the apartment. Upon entering, Nelson froze. The glass vases that used to be filled with fresh flowers stood empty in the living room. The decorative pieces on the tea set had been cleaned away, and the wall where Sarah used to put their photos was completely bare.

Letting myself settle for a man who seemed to accept my limitations… instead of fighting for my future. I ran from my old life and found Caelen. But a man who only pretended to see me for who I really was… was never the answer. So I turned to Papa and smiled this time. “Actually, Papa, I’ve been meaning to tell you—I’m ready to start seeing doctors again. I want to walk. I want to stand. I am willing to try anything now even if it means falling a thousand times first.” I caught the flicker of a tear in Papa’s eyes before he quickly blinked it away.

"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."