American Nightmare Supernatural Novels & Stories

"Why would your dreams scare you?" "I don't know if I'm dreaming of my past or what but some of the dreams are nightmares. I've dreamed of the accident several times. A car slammed into the side of me. My head smashed the window as the car flipped over. It bounced off and hit again. I felt this tremendous pain in my side as I hung upside down in the car. I felt the blood oozing down my face as it hit the roof while I hung upside down." "That's terrible," Valerie said as she shuddered.

She is also afraid of the voice in her head whenever she shifts, it's a dark evil voice telling her to do bad things. Ans every day since her first shift she keeps getting nightmares, mostly of killing people, dead bodies, or waking up in some random place. She soon finds out that she might just be the only one in the pack that can astral project, because in the past they have executed all wolves with that ability, deeming them too dangerous and unpredictable.

Those that didn’t go peacefully were ended. Americans who had committed to the “Fangs Are Welcome” movement had filmed LIGHTS members destroying Vampires who refused to go and used the footage to cause upheaval amongst those who were not sure. They’d edited and modified the videos to make it look gruesome, replacing ash with blood, faking scenes where children were slaughtered. The entire situation was awful, and it was then that her father had lost the last small grip he had had on sanity amongst the citizens of the United States.

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.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

he ordered. “I’m not planning to” and the butterfly spun faster. She took a deep breath and for a while everything was silent. She absorbed from all the energy around her. From the earth, to the atmosphere and fellow supernaturals. And when she let go, the electricity that the steel had absorbed also released and what resulted was a massive blast destroying the area of land and the surroundings leaving a sunken piece of land in its place. When everything cleared there was only a lot of bloody bodies and no Tresicta.

My consciousness faded to black. My body leaped in a heap as sparks flew from my arm through the rest of my body, erasing the pain from my limbs and torso. I gratefully panted, surprised I was still living. What just happened? As my body heaved breaths I never knew I'd be able to take again, movement to the left caught my eye. Squinting to see in the moonlight, the movement swirled around, making me dizzy. What is going on? As if on cue, the shadows came out from the trees and into a patch of moonlight. The glistening black fur of Nathan's wolf and the ghastly sight of a raging vampire rolling and fighting in a heap made me realize what was going on again.

she said. "Thanks." "Seriously, Brynn. What's going on?" I told her about the dreams. The forest. The eyes. The voice. Farrah's face went pale. "That's not a normal nightmare," she said. "That's a psychic attack. Someone is reaching into your mind." "Who?" "I don't know. But someone powerful." She lowered her voice. "There are wolves who can do that. Old families. Dark bloodlines. The kind that worship the Blood Moon."

Mutated creatures — no longer recognizable as students or staff — began crawling from the walls and ceiling, drawn by the scent of living supernaturals. Worse, Serena’s eyes glowed with another vision: “They’re adapting… and they’re hunting us specifically now.”