American Nightmare Supernatural Novels & Stories

Allan frowned and sat across from Jeff as he sat up and rubbed his hands over his face trying to wake up and remember what he had seen. “No, but I saw rogues, but they weren’t normal rogues. I thought supernatural creatures could not become undead?” “Yes, a shifter can’t become a vampire.” “No, I mean worse than that. It was… This is hard to explain. They were rotting and their eyes were almost blank, but I could smell the sickly sweet smell of decay and the bitter smell of hatred. It was… like they weren’t there in spirit and their bodies were just doing what they were commanded to do. I don’t know. Does that even make sense?”

Samantha’s scream tore through the clearing. The pain intensified—searing white-hot through her chest, her limbs, her skull. She collapsed fully to the ground, her fingers digging into the soil. Her body arched, and a snarl—inhuman and raw—escaped her lips. Her eyes rolled back. The world around her flickered. She saw shadows—wolves with glowing eyes, stars tumbling from the heavens, rivers of silver blood, a forest on fire—and a boy with mismatched eyes whispering: “We miss you, sister.”

The images flickered, fusing into one — Mateo’s form, taller, calmer, standing inches away. His eyes were black mirrors. “Do you still love her?” The question hit harder than any strike. I didn’t answer. “You should. Because she’s mine now. She just doesn’t know it yet.” Then he vanished, leaving behind a line of code burning across every wall: THE BLOOD CODE UNLOCKS AT MIDNIGHT. And the floor lit up beneath me — in the shape of Amara’s name. AMARA The nightmares had changed. They weren’t dreams anymore. They were messages.

Before I can even move a single muscle— Her ice-cold hands clamp around my head with surprising strength. And my mind shatters completely. A merciless flood of horrific images crashes through my consciousness, so fast and unimaginably violent it instantly steals the remaining breath from my burning lungs. Blood spurting from severed arteries. Raging, devouring fire. Endless screams echoing into infinity. Not distant, anonymous ones—but mine. And others'. Painfully familiar voices twisted in absolute agony beyond comprehension. I see Damon brutally torn limb from limb, his beautiful eyes wide with betrayal. I see Luna completely engulfed in hungry flames, her once-bright eyes wide and unseein

I cut right to the heart of it. “Yes, Mister McCabe. As a member of TMA, I am one of many in the UK following the assignment as Alec D’Amore outlined.” Scrivens nodded. “When an orphaned supernatural, even a half breed…” he started to explain but was cut off by the nearly inhuman growl from Hana. “If you follow the words of Alec D’Amore, you will drop that term from your vocabulary before one of his children, such as Katrina D’Amore, darkens your door.” Hana glared at him, her aura starting to fill the room.

“You don’t feel any shame? No guilt for what you did?” "You think I haven’t felt guilt?" His voice cracked, an edge of hysteria creeping in. "Since I’ve been hiding in the U.S., I haven't slept right! Every time I close my eyes, someone is there. That night, Katrina... I can’t escape it! That night when I accidentally killed people! And now—" He stopped, throwing his hands through his hair, yanking at it. “I’m seeing things. I think—no, I know I saw something. A skeleton wolf, maybe... no... it was larger. Darker. A lycan!” My breath caught in my throat. “Lupus,” I whispered, the name slipping past my lips before I could stop it.

" You already believe what you want to believe. Will it make any difference if I tell you the truth all over again? You are deaf, dumb and blind. " The woman was still persistent. " But who are you? " She begged again. " Oh, don't you know me already. Did you just not introduce me to your daughter as the Daughter of the Damned? " With another wave, she left the room as it was again engulfed in darkness. The only thing left behind was the tingling sensation of sprinkled stardust.

Their meeting wasn't great, but the date more than made up for it, even if he did complain about his nose for ten straight minutes during the dessert portion of the date. As soon as she falls asleep, she's plagued by nightmares. She sees everyone she knows dead, with their heads on stakes. Wherever she looks, somebody else she knows is struck down in front of her, including her parents. Atlas is the last stop of her dream, but he's the only one other than her alive. He's bloodthirsty and slashes her throat without a second thought. With that, she awakens with a start, her whole body covered in a thin layer of cold sweat while she shakes.

I was probably behaving weirdly and I could see he starting to worry. "Yeah, it's just-- I'm cold. Yeah cold." I lied. It wasn't actually a lie since I suddenly felt chilled to the bones. "Oh, hold on for a moment then, we should set up the camps soon its dark after all and this place keeps getting creepier but no worries okay? I've been in forests even late at night and there are no such things as witches or wizards or vamps." He chuckled. He said that to calm me down but down but all I could feel was more fear at the mention of vampire but laughed with him Anyways, she didn't want start acting like a sissy, that was Sadie's and Adrianna's job.

His smile fills me with so much dredd that I wish I had run out of the room when I first heard him tonight. Finally finding my voice, I shriek and Charlie cocks his head to the left side. When he straightens it and leans closer to my face, he whispers, "Your mom isn't able to help you right now and to tell you the truth, I don't think she will ever be able to again." It's clear now that the blood dripping from his fangs is my mom's and he has done something horrible to her. "I need you Anna. You aren't the ideal candidate for this, but Billie is too old for it to work. Taking your soul instead is the only chance I have now because you are still pure and innocent enough that I can use you