Romans & histoires Nightmare X Chris

Casper held Alex by the arms and threw him off rick towards the wall of the room. But it was too late for rick heart had stopped beating, his face has lost all its color, and he looked like a dried up corpse. This greatly surprised Casper, a surprise that swiftly became anger. "What the hell are you!" Casper's shouted in anger, his eyes turned red, blue flames engulfed his hands as he slowly walked towards Alex who was still on the floor. **********

He gripped Xavier's hand tightly and sent multiple punches to the face of Xavier before throwing him against the wall. He followed him instantly and gripped his neck tightly. Xavier swiftly kicked him on the stomach threw a punch towards his neck from behind causing him to fall on his knees. "What good has it done to you now, Chris?" Xavier scoffed loudly and spat on Chris. "That name is too big for a loser like you." "I guess you don't love spoiler alert in movies then." Chris words were barely a whisper. "Don't you ever get tired?" Xavier made an expressionless face and scoffed.

And without her alarm, I slept through the morning. I barely slept at all, actually. The nightmares kept me trapped, images of Liam feverish and dying, of Brandon dragging him away, the pool of blood, his battered face. I shake my head, forcing the memories down. I don't have time for this. Grabbing my bag, I rush out of the apartment, nearly tripping over my own feet as I sprint down the street to the terminal. The whole way to the café, I think about Xavier. To be honest, I hate that I do. I hate that even now, with my heart pounding in panic, my mind still goes to him.

At that moment, he finally believed what the witch Jery said—that I was suffering from severe psychological trauma. He gently gathered me into his arms, hands trembling. “I’m sorry. I failed you as your Alpha.” He offered me a sincere apology. — In the bedroom. Pack doctor gave me a full examination. Though mindful of Alpha Mike’s absolute authority, as a doctor, he still gave him a professional warning. “Alpha, Luna recently underwent a liver transplant. Now the wound is infected again. Even a strong Alpha werewolf would struggle to survive this, let alone…” Let alone me—a failed, bottom-rank Omega.

She settled back into her spot on his chest, and for a second, she glanced at Sara and saw a glint in her tiny eyes as she focused on Kit in her spot. Kit thought to herself, “I hope this nightmare doesn’t continue.”

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.

My voice sounded hoarse and scratchy as it crawled up my throat. “Shh, don't speak,” Nathan whispered and moved to the foot of the bed. I shook my head. I wished more than anything that what I witnessed was not real. The visions of the night came back. The fight with the vampires, my brothers, Dimitri, the dead wolves, Sampson. I remembered the fear that traveled through my body as I was chased into the woods. I remembered seeing my brother through the smoke of a fire my best friend had set. And I remembered nearly mauling my brother to death.

The boy’s sleepy eyes blinked at the scene before him. “What the hell is going on?” Xavier exclaimed. “I could hear your voices from the stairs”. Xavier turned his attention to Christopher. His gaze went pale the moment he saw his brother’s pale, bloody fists. “Chris—what the fuck,” Xavier said, stepping forward quickly. “You’re bleeding.” Christopher paid no attention to him, instead, his cold, grey eyes stared straight in my direction like he could sense my presence. “Get out,” he ordered. I swallowed hard, blinking back the tears that were trickling down my cheeks.

Inside, my anger burned hotter with each passing moment, fueling my determination to bring him down and rescue the innocent captives. I allowed a hint of doubt to creep into my voice, my eyes shimmering with feigned vulnerability. “I... I don’t know what to think anymore,” I said, my voice trembling. “If what you’re saying is true, then everything I believed... everything I felt for Xander... it’s all a lie?” Chris’s face contorted into a sinister grin, relishing in my apparent confusion. “Yes, my dear,” he replied, stepping closer. “I’ve seen through Xander’s deceit. Together, you and I can rise above him and claim the power that rightfully belongs to us.”

"Ashley doesn't deserve your kindness. She's always exploited you, and you keep going back for more. You're being stupid, man!" Xander looked up at Chris, his eyes filled with hurt and confusion. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "You know what I'm talking about," Chris said, taking a step closer to Xander. He grabbed Xander's chest with his left hand, the bandages on his right arm scraping against Xander's arm. "You like being tortured by her, don't you? You like it when she uses you for sex." Xander recoiled from Chris's touch, his face turning red with anger. "You don't know anything about me and Ashley," he said, his voice rising. "You don't know w