43 Nightmares Novels & Stories

He just couldn’t address her because of how close Lily was to him. “The auras I feel are those of 19 people. Of the 19, 5 are High Level Pseudo Nightmares, 5 more are Peak Level Pseudo Nightmares, and 5 are Nightmares. 2 of the 5 Nightmares are at the Low Level, one is at the Mid-Level, and another is at the High Level. The last person is at the peak of the Nightmare Realm”

I asked, squinting my eyes trying to get a glimpse of the stranger. “Oh please I know more than your name bunny, I know everything about you” he said taking two more steps. “So you are a stalker then, how long have you been stalking me?” I panicked as I took more steps back. “I’m not a stalker bunny, I’m your nightmare” the voice said and just like the wind he disappeared into the shadows like he was never there, my heart sank into my stomach as his last words echoed in my head. I’m your nightmare.

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

Not a snake. A monster, a snake the color of obsidian, as broad as a truck, with three enormous heads, each dotted with repulsive brown blotches that writhed like squirming shadows. Each of its heads turned independently, searching the camp, tongues in and out as though it could scent our fear. One head spat at the soldiers. Another struck at us. The third merely stared. My jaw hung open. So did Kira's. We didn't budge. We were staring at a nightmare brought to life.

8:54 AM. Harmon leaned back. Chair creaked. Looked at grandkid photo. Then at me. “My granddaughter,” Harmon said. Quiet. Not judge. Human. “Lily. 5. She had nightmares. Last month. About a man in her window. There was no man. But she believed it. So I slept on her floor. 3 AM. 4 AM. 5 AM. Until she didn’t believe it anymore. That’s what 3 AM means. Isn’t it.”

The nightmares started again three nights later. Adrian hadn’t had them in years. Not since childhood. Not since the lake. But now they returned in fragments. Cold water. Blurred voices. A hand reaching for him through darkness. And every single time— just before he woke— the face changed. Sometimes it was Seren. Sometimes— it wasn’t. — Adrian woke sharply at 4:12 a.m., breathing hard. Rain hammered against the penthouse windows. The room was dark except for the faint glow of city lights beyond the glass.

She grabbed my shoulders shaking them. “What the actual hell Nia!” she screamed loud enough for the entire building or country to hear her. “Shhh.” I said placing a hand over her mouth. “We have neighbours.” I reminded her. “Fuck them.” She said practically bouncing in her seat. “Don’t get so excited. It’s been hell since.” I confessed. She stopped bouncing her expression turning dark. “Explain.” She urged.

Noah ~•~ “You mean the nightmares didn’t stop already?” Katie asked me as we walked down the hallway. “Yeah.” I nodded my head. “It has happened three straight nights now,” I added, exhaling deeply. For the past two months, I’ve been haunted by the same recurring nightmare. Each time, a bizarre creature appears, a horrific mix of a werewolf and something else entirely indescribable. I always jerk out of my sleep and back to reality whenever it appears in my dream. The first night it happened about two months ago, I didn't think too much about it. I just assumed it was a normal nightmare.

My hands were shaking and my heart, racing. What a terrible nightmare. I didn't understand what it meant but it was so agonizing. I had always had these nightmares since I was sixteen. I didn't know why I had them, and what was worse; it was always the same and still very dreadful. In my nightmares, I found myself in a thick black forest. It was around 3am in the morning; the devil's hour. I don't know how I always got there but all I know was that, my dream always start with that scene. Someone very dear to me was kneeling on the floor, crying so bitterly.