American Nightmare Supernatural Novels & Stories

We do not know where this challenge is going to take place, but we know it will be very difficult. “So where are we going, mother?” Lila asked. “You both are going to the land of no return,” she said. Lila and I gasped. Land of no return is called that for a reason, that is where the dark supernaturals are kept, the supernaturals born with insanity, born with darkness twirling inside them. They have committed a lot of atrocities and have done things that are so gruesome. Time doesn’t move there and all of them can’t die and they are not fed either. They all eat themselves and kill themselves. If we go there, we are like new meats that they all want to devour. The wolves, vampires, demons, wi

And who is that- My jaw involuntarily opens at the sight. My heart starts racing, and everything suddenly feels too much. It’s all too loud, too dark, too bright, too much. “Hey Rach,” Paul says from her side. “I believe you’ve met my aunt, Rosalind Arnhem.” Everything I know about the supernatural world, about my world, shatters. My mind flashes back to Piso High, where Paul would corner me, stalk me. I thought about the strange phone calls and the suicide note. My vision blurs as my heart thunders in panic. There’s pain in my chest and I’m starting to hyperventilate.

She sighed then her gaze shifted to my arm. "What happened to your arm?" Annah points at my left arm that's wrapped in a casket. "Don't worry about it." She eyes me for a second then lets it go knowing that I'll be fine. "Anyway, back to business." Annah is an arms dealer, her company is one of the best companies out there they call themselves 'The Caters' She does dirty work here and there but she knows how to cover up her tracks

It simply disintegrated, then reappeared back in the car. “Sick bastard,” I spat. He'd been stalking me. I tore a slim black book from the rat pile. Book of Psychopomps was etched on it in gold ink. Numbers, emails, and old-fashioned addresses accompanied names, written in no apparent order. I rifled through the pages: “Old farts: ODIN, MORRIGAN, YAMA, HERMES....” and “New pests: ANAESTHESIA, AIDS, SANTA MUERTE...” A red ribbon marked a page at the back. “Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.”

She’s 20 years old by now, surely she is a beautiful lady… same as my mother. My head is too occupied that I missed to see the traffic light changed into red, before I realized A sixteen-wheeler truck smash the left side of my car, like a lightning. I bounced many times and a blinding light covers me. There are people around me, a woman with a cherry lip and a figure of a man. I’ve been here before; I saw this before. That’s what my mind is telling me. I am trying to regain my consciousness as I try to figure out who is this woman holding me, or is there even a woman… am I dead? Who are they, they are speaking but my ears cannot hear. I try to be conscious but my eyes were heavy... I cannot

Many things will happen and a certain action. We will see. “Vampire, werewolf, glass gatot or maybe a witch like Harry Potter. Or maybe, you're not human. No, it must be human, right? Right, right!" Laska kept asking Brendi. But that person didn't even answer and still showed his usual face. It's different with Draynes, he keeps trying to control Laska's mind which is getting wilder, caused by what Brendi said. "No, if Sandra hadn't said much, she would have become even more attractive."

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

Ajibade asked. Mr. Sam looked towards my direction with sympathy. "There is nothing to be scared of sir. Just the us what we need to know." "The fact is, Ai hallucinate due to the effect of the drug in her. She has her experience differently which causes her a nightmare." "Okay, go on." Mr. Ajibade said. "Her hallucinations is never an imagination of rape mind you. But her nightmare is base on her experience that she was raped by him. That never stop haunting her as it has become an unforgettable memory of her. I am treating her on both side. Her hallucinations and her nightmares."

The image of a demonic, clawed creature tearing through my stomach flashed in my mind. My vision blackened with terror. "Don't listen to it!" Kate yelled, grabbing my arm. "It's not real! Think about something." I turned my head slowly to her. But she would soon be a part of this illusion. Damon suddenly screamed, firing two shots into an empty bush. "Get away from me! You’re dead! I buried you in the desert!" He was sweating profusely, his eyes wide and bloodshot as he stared at an empty space. He was clearly seeing ghosts…

“I thought people like you could afford more than that. What—did your father not give you enough allowance, so you had to marry yourself off to a man like Caelen?” “You—” Samantha’s face twisted. “I don’t understand why a cripple like you thinks she can talk to me this way. I could crush you like an ant. Do you know that?” Slowly, deliberately, she tipped her glass. Wine spilled down over my hair, my shoulders—dripping, soaking. “Like this,” Samatha smiled softly. “Bit by bit. Until your life is ruined.” I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed my own glass and flung it straight into her face.