Ink X Nightmare 소설 & 이야기

No one except the man. The lights flickered. Static buzzed in the bulbs. Electricity crackled. The carriage was plunged into darkness, just a split second of impenetrable black that filled my mouth, my nose, my ears, like thick, dank water, choking me, drowning me. When the lights exploded back into life, I saw it. A sheen of silvery skin on the man's cheek, harsh white reflecting off scarred flesh. It was a brief flicker of a bad dream. A touch of a nightmare; there and then gone again so quickly that I had to blink away the haze, but I knew I'd seen it, I'd seen him .

Her eyes closed. Tabitha jerked up in bed. She could feel her body was soaked with sweat. What kind of dream was that? She looked over at Mark who was still asleep. She slowly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She turned the water on and splashed it on her face. Her mind was still racing. She kept having these dreams but she didn’t know what they meant. Who was the guy in the dreams that she couldn’t see? She never could make out his face. And why was Mark always hurting her in the dreams?

he asked. She looked at him gruesomely, making him think she would not agree. Finally, she nodded her head and cackled. Kate awoke terrified from the nightmare she had last night after the horrible incident she encountered from Ken. She had seen Queen Latina in her dreams, looking so scary with her hawkish nose and sanguine eyes. That got her frightened. She saw where Jackson shot himself to death. She had to convince herself that it was just a nightmare as she cast her gaze on Jackson, praying nothing would happen to him. Jackson had his hands straight to his eyes; she could sense the vision in her head and was surprised by the nightmare.

My lips are swollen, tingling softly, yearning for another kiss. "You won't hurt me, Nick." I whisper. "I know you won't. Yes, last night, I was scared, because I was shocked. But deep down, I knew you wouldn't shoot me. Deep down, you knew it was me. You heard my voice. You just had to break out of the nightmare." "But that was just once." He says. "There's no telling what can happen next time. The substance didn't leave my bloodstream completely. I still get affected by it. My eyes still turn black. The nightmares get worse..."

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.

MY HEAD WAS IN pain because it felt like someone was pulling my mind tighter and tighter, and if they didn't let go soon, it was going to snap. I couldn't do anything about it either since I was still under the nightmare Master’s control, performing for these rich socialites or should I say sadistic assholes. Well, I'm not performing that is the job for the freaks that the night remaster sends me. What Doc doesn't realize is that his ability works, and where most of them are freaks, the nightmare master can't stand the sight of, since they are useless. So he sends them here to perform for these assholes.

I was a child again, feeling his dirty hands on me, groping at my clothes while forcing my legs apart. The image shifted and I was driving a knife into his body over and over and over again I woke up gasping for breath, it’s really crazy how These nightmares started again a month ago, so I’ve been drowning myself in wine and men, it helps for the most part, but it is crazy. First thing I noticed after jerking awake was the killer headache I was sporting, second thing I noticed, was that there was a stranger in my bed. I stared long and hard at his face…. what was his name again? Jake? …..Zeke? Ugh dang it!

After he’d started taking those pills, the nightmares stopped coming and he has been having much more peaceful sleep free of any nightmares—until now. The image of T-Murek tearing off William’s arms played out in his mind again. In his dream, William had screamed exactly the same way Derik did when he tried to stop T-Murek from kidnapping Natasha three days ago. Kevin’s eyes widened when a realisation hit him. It wasn’t just any nightmare, but another vision of a probable future. His phone buzzed on the table, interrupting his thoughts. He looked up at the big clock that hung from the wall.

No discrimination between wolves, vampires or humans. Though I had such a beautiful experience when I settled for the night I had a terrible nightmare. I was drenched in blood standing in the midst of bodies faces I could recognize, Sia, Giveon, Max, Brad and Nathan. The dream shattered with a violent jolt. I shot upright in bed, sweat clinging to my skin, my heart slamming against my ribs. My breathing was ragged, but the images refused to fade. The metallic scent of blood still lingered in my nostrils, the cries still rang in my ears.

I jolted awake, trembling violently as cold sweat clung to my skin. A nightmare. Only a nightmare… though Hazel remained strangely restless beneath my skin. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Dominic crossed the room in seconds, concern darkening his expression. He was beside me before I could steady my breathing, his hand closing around mine. "Are you hurt, Natalia?" "I heard you from the room beside yours.” I turned my gaze to him as I regained my composure. "I–I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face.