American Nightmare Supernatural Novels & Stories

Brianna slowly opened her eyes and felt a splitting headache. She groaned and clutched her head. The pain was so intense that it made it hard for her to think straight. Satan stood at the balcony door with a stone look. His dark face was more terrifying than the darkness of night. Isaac had long left the mansion after giving instructions to Satan. Except for Roy, no one dared to enter the room, as they were afraid of Satan's wrath. They were safe for now because Brianna hadn't opened her eyes, but once she regained her consciousness, Satan might settle the score with them.

Willie Lou informed her team that this wasn't a case of demons, but another type of supernatural monster that only attacked at nights. In Phuture's first mission back in business off the injured list, they'd use teleportation to arrive on a battlefield in East Greenland. The scenery of destruction left ashes, blood, and the stain of warfare. The stench of corpses attacked their nostrils, and they cough due to smoke filling their lungs from burning buildings. The group walked through the devastation together after nightfall, investigating an area where Union soldiers stated things were supernatural. According to Itaska, there was a sudden appearance of more supernatural activity than usual.

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

“Listen, Bree, what I was saying is the truth; Azazel is a demon, Lucifer is the devil and Fallon... well... Fallon is also supernatural. They're here because they're trying to stop Marina, aka Marael and Sahara, from bringing hell on earth. Sahara and Marael have been keeping you and me stationary until they can use us for their spell.” Bree slumps on the couch and rubs her fingers against her temple. “So, the nightmares are real?” Zoe sits down next to her and takes her hand. “Are you talking about the night terrors you've been having?” Bree nods, tears glinting in her eyes. “I always see it. It has glowing eyes and snake teeth. And I'm running from it, but before it can kill me, I'm saved

They all worked together and soon everything looked to be done. The pack had grown so rapidly in these past few years. News got out about the pack that accepted everyone including Humans and soon Supernaturals and Humans were arriving at our doorstep in droves. The Supernatural Council even visited a few years ago. We were all nervous that they would order us to disband but we were pleasantly surprised to find that they were completely supportive of us. It didn't hurt that we had been giving out the antidote to the Nightmare by the truckload to anyone who needed it. Thankfully, all the babies that have been born in the last five years have been unaffected by the Nightmare as well as all the

the voice wheezed, the sound of sandpaper on bone. The closet door swung wide, not pushed by a hand, but kicked open with a violent force that sent the wood splintering against the wall. The man stepped out. He was tall, gaunt, and dressed in rags that smelled of wet earth and ancient decay. His eyes were milky, sightless, yet they locked onto mine with a terrifying, supernatural precision. I didn't run. I couldn't. I was paralyzed, anchored to the floor as he took a step forward, his movements jerky and wrong, like a puppet on tangled strings.

My body glowed faintly, my fingers steady once more and my youth renewed. This was how it worked. I don’t just stop at stealing their lives. I steal their terrors too, draining them until what’s left is only their skeleton. Their nightmares were currency, and I was rich again. “Look at you,” I whispered, watching the trembling man. “A creature so easily undone by his own mind.” I lifted my hand, and his nightmare deepened. The forest around us melted into smoke. He stood at the edge of a cliff, the whispers of his lost family calling his name. He moved toward it, his voice cracking as he begged for it to stop.

Inside a small glass were beautiful cold cakes: soft tiramisu, smooth passion fruit mousse, sweet cheesecake, macarons of all colors, etc. "Hey Eden, I think you arrive at the end of this month?" The guy with surreal handsome blond hair raised an eyebrow. “I run out of quartz powder, and Abyss refused to use anything else. I explain a thousand times that a little jade doesn't kill anyone. But no, he is still nagging and nagging until its poor owner has to get away with it in the rain. A fluffy demon!" Eden Noldorasga brushed off the splashes of water clinging to the outside of his baggy brown bear hoodie as he grumbled.

Chapter 14. Angela has a dream where she's tied to a tree surrounded by blue water, she looks down at the water but she sees a different person as her reflection, a more powerful and stronger female that looks like her, but she could swear it wasn't her. Her reflection looked more lively, happy , chubby and refreshed. She paused for a second to notice if anything would happen to her reflection, but it was still there staring right in the face. Angela became even more scared, because she had never seen such a thing before. How can a reflection or shadow be more healthier than the person who owns the reflection?

She left the map and picked up a book, ignoring both Sebastian and I. " The lightning mark, is the mark of a supernatural, it was given long ago but their kind have been wiped out by either evil people or unforeseen circumstances, the girl you saw in your dream is a supernatural" she read from the book and turned to Orion. " That girl is a supernatural, I don't know her connection with Delaury but there's a problem somewhere, I can't tell you what to do because I don't remember anything even though I want to, but I'm only helping" " I know you are, I just don't know --"