43 Nightmares Novels & Stories

Usually, she did not mind the dark, but tonight the dimness seemed especially oppressive, so she switched on her desk lamp. This was the third one of these strange dreams to assault her sleep. People said things often came in threes—she hoped it was true, for that would mean this was the last one. She doubted she would be so lucky, though. Where were the dreams coming from, she wondered? She’d never had nightmares before, though if anyone had reason to suffer from them it was her, with her mom’s story of the one-fanged vampire and her dad abandoning the family when she was so young. Growing up, she had dreamed, of course, and some of them were scary. Every kid had scary dreams now and then,

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.

The nightmare was worse than usual. It wasn't just fragments this time; it was a full, suffocating reel. The dusty carpet smell, the crushing weight, the paralyzing fear—it was so vivid he woke up choking on a scream, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The digital clock on his bedside table glowed a merciless 2:17 AM.

NADINE My entire sleep was riddled with nightmares of a one-eyed wolf with thinning fur snarling fiercely at me. I was too shocked to move and kept screaming until it was dragged away by a huge wolf and flung into the darkness. The nightmare kept replaying over and over and I had no idea when it stopped.

The other individuals followed suit and took turns raping the unfortunate girl until she finally passed out for a second time. After what seemed like an eternity, she was finally able to regain consciousness when the sun was already well below the horizon and beginning to set. She found herself laying naked atop a pile of pillows, surrounded by four beautiful women. The scene was quite surreal. Each and every one of these women was stunningly beautiful; they were all tall and slender, and their faces, bodies, and hair were devoid of any flaws. At first glance, it appeared as though all of them were in their twenties at the time.

*** (James POV) I ended up staying at the waterfall for the rest of the night, waiting until the sun came up in the morning to head home. I fell asleep a few times, but each time I did so, I woke up after a short time after having had a vivid and unforgettable nightmare. Each of the nightmares re-lived the secrets that were revealed by Dr. Miller, Joey, and Jessica last night. After Stephanie died, nightmares had become a regular part of my sleeping experience. However, the nightmares that I had last night felt very different.

I had been hounded by nightmares, gnarled reflections of everything I feared most and everything that made me insecure. I had tossed and turned, my mind conjuring up dark scenarios where Alpha Blake turned his back on me, leaving me alone to face the unknown threats lurking around us. Shadows danced in my dreams, faces I couldn't quite recognize but felt an unsettling familiarity with. Nora's smirking visage haunted me the most, a constant reminder of the betrayal I felt brewing.

Liora's POV The nightmares started three nights after the training room attack. At first, they were quiet — soft whimpers in the dark, Alora tossing and turning in her sleep. But by the fourth night, they had become full-blown terrors that tore through the silence of the mansion like shattered glass. “Mommy! No! Don’t take me!” Her scream ripped through the room at 2:47 AM. I bolted upright, heart exploding in my chest, and pulled her into my arms before she could thrash herself off the bed.

"Rory, baby, it's time for school, you don't want to be late for your first day, do you?'' Her mom knocked again and she wiped sleep off her eyes. Aurora absorbed the voice and let it soothe her bones. Her rapid heartbeat slowed a little as she closed her eyes and struggled to wipe the residue of the dreams. She wiped her sweaty face with fingers so tired and wished for the millionth time for these nightmares to stop. She couldn't even tell her parents about them. She was thirteen when these nightmares first started, and she would be eighteen in two months and the nightmares were still not going away. "I am up. I am up. Will be there in... say fifteen minutes?!" She hollered back and untangl

He gave a light squeeze. “It’s her decision.” Nathan’s anxiety was rising again. The whole session had been such a push and pull, Nathan kept struggling, building walls and breaking them down at the same time and so fast I was having trouble keeping up. “It’s the things my dreams and nightmares are made of.” “Why is that?” Darren asked. “Because, they’re always of her. My dreams turn to poison. Wonderful visions, happiness, which turns to terror.” “We’ll work on that. It will get better, but it’s going to take some time.”