43 Nightmares Novels & Stories

I lay there for a few minutes, the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat a soothing lullaby in the quiet darkness. Suddenly, Connor's voice cut through the stillness, startling me. “You had a nightmare,” he said, his voice carrying a note of concern. I turned to see him lying on the couch, his eyes heavy with sleep yet alert, as if he had just woken up too. I nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the familiar cycle. This wasn't new; these relentless nightmares had haunted me for years, casting shadows over my nights. Back in Fae, when I was a young child, my cousin Corwyn would hear my cries piercing the silence. He would slip into my room to sleep beside me, his presence comforting, his hand holding

Her thoughts drifted into the treacherous realm of her own nightmares, which had morphed into a nightmarish ordeal of their own. These dreams were insidiously becoming more vivid, more nightmarish, as though the universe had conspired to transform her nights into an unending reel of terror. Each night, it was the same haunting scenario that played out with relentless persistence: the pleading eyes of an unknown figure, the thunderous echo of gunshots that tore through her consciousness, and the paralyzing sense of despair that gripped her very soul. These nocturnal horrors had become a prisoner of her mind, relentlessly ransacking her peace.

I felt someone shaking me, and heard my name being called. I didn’t want to wake up. I was having the best dream ever. Then I realized it wasn’t a dream; Melakai was here and I wanted to jump his bones again in my dream. Holy fuck! I was acting like a hussy. I got so turned on in my dream that I could feel the pool of liquid between my thighs. I had to find a way to not dream anymore—to block him out somehow. I snapped my eyes open to see Stevie leaning over me with worry lines marring her face.

Dannie had a feeling her grandma wouldn’t approve of her creepiness much. Throwing back the covers, she set her feet on the hardwood flooring. “Son of a bitch, “Dannie said in a sigh. She rested her forearms on her knees. With a slow, deep breath she waited until her heart finally caught on to the fact there was no danger. It was only a nightmare. Another fucking nightmare. As long as Dannie could remember, she had them. On a typical week, Dannie would suffer three to five nightmares. They were all similar in theme: death, mayhem, and suffering— all the good stuff. Though, she never actually had a nightmare with the deabru before. Usually, her nightmares were vague concepts and seemingly sym

Valerie said as she shuddered. "Yeah. Well, let me get back out there while these are cooking. Don't worry, Val, I'll be careful if that guy comes back in here." "Alright, girl. I'll talk to you later." Tabitha wasn’t going to tell Valerie about the dreams involving Mark. Those were the real nightmares. They had evolved from just him raping her after being with the man she couldn’t see. There were several where he forced himself on her. She shuddered as she thought about those. That was part of her past that she didn’t care to remember.

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 have many fears. When I have nightmares I usually wake up very scared, I see next to me and I have no one to hold on to or hug while I calm down. So I cry. And I pinch myself. I have a lot of fears. -Now that you're asleep...that your nightmare became real I...I feel like a jerk for not keeping my promise to protect you. I don't know how you will be in the place you are in, if you will be suffering... if you are being hurt. I imagine you are very scared, not knowing what to do or where to go. No answers. I wish I was there with you to protect you from your monsters.

The one three feet from my bed. I sat up so fast my vision blurred. The clock on my nightstand said 3:03 AM. My bedroom door was closed. I always close it. Through the gap at the bottom, I could see the hallway light was off—but I hadn't turned it off. I had left it on, like I did every night, because I'm afraid of the dark. A thirty-two-year-old man afraid of the dark. Pathetic, I know. But the light was off now.

I attempted to place the glass on the table, but he stopped me and took it from me so I didn't have to stretch. “Do you remember this place?” he asked. I tried not to allow my eyes to wander. Of course, I remember, why won't I? This is a place that holds many memories of us. “It has so many memories of us.” He continued. I rested my head on the pillow and closed my eyes. I don't want to remember those times which I once thought were the good times. But I do. However, I couldn't separate the memories from the naive girl. I still have nightmares of that day, the day his stepfather died.

Didn't manage more than an hour before nightmares woke me up. Nightmares of three men in black. Of Lysander bleeding on my floor. Of losing the ring to people who'd use it for things I couldn't imagine. And hoped that whoever sent those men wasn't already planning their next attempt.