American Nightmare Supernatural Novels & Stories

No discrimination between wolves, vampires or humans. Though I had such a beautiful experience when I settled for the night I had a terrible nightmare. I was drenched in blood standing in the midst of bodies faces I could recognize, Sia, Giveon, Max, Brad and Nathan. The dream shattered with a violent jolt. I shot upright in bed, sweat clinging to my skin, my heart slamming against my ribs. My breathing was ragged, but the images refused to fade. The metallic scent of blood still lingered in my nostrils, the cries still rang in my ears.

Is he human, is he even real, is this a nightmare, is this hell, is this punishment, is he some kind of demon who can grow back what I took, am I hallucinating, is the blood loss making me see things, why why why is this happening to me? And I wanted to grab you, yes you, whoever is reading this, and shake you and scream, do you see this, do you hear him, do you understand how sick this is, because I swear to the Moon Goddess I am not crazy, this is happening, and I don’t know how to survive it. “But then again,” Darren said, his hand still on himself, his smirk stretching so wide I wanted to claw it off his face. “Then again it’s not important. I think you already know I’m immortal. Anyways

He could hear it snarling and growling behind him, as he raced towards the exit. Finally, he burst out of the building, and ran towards the military base, hoping to find help. But when he turned around, he saw the wolf staring at him from a distance, its eyes glowing in the darkness. Matt had disappeared, and Damien was left with a terrifying realization. They had created something that they couldn't control. The Kendrick-Davis Serum was a failure, and they had unleashed something dangerous into the world. As he stood there, watching the wolf disappear into the night, Damien knew that he had to do something to fix his mistake. But he also knew that it might be too late.

Adam had suggested it after walking in on me having a panic attack in Lucia's nursery. "The nightmares will fade eventually," I said, though I didn't sound convincing. "Maybe. Or maybe they won't and we'll learn to live with them." He kissed my forehead. "Either way, you're not alone in this." I wanted to believe him. But the nightmares were getting worse, not better. And they were affecting my work. Three days later, I was consulting on a case remotely. Five year old girl in Texas, phoenix hybrid with uncontrolled fire manifestation. Simple enough. I'd handled dozens of similar cases.

He invades packs, and the big city filled with humans, in search of his mate, who he later found was being abused. Scarlett Hunter is a human girl, who's considered an orphan. She was adopted by a nice couple, but they became her worst nightmare after producing their children. Scarlett grew up seeing what others couldn't see, which were creatures and living dead. When Scarlett was already of age, she was married off to the person who is known as Devil himself. What would emerge of Scarlett when she realized that those creatures which she always sees around are real, and she's mated to one of them?.

“This Agremon you’re referring to is a really bad guy. He used to be part of the Brethren, but he fell from grace and now works for this Namirha. Dollars to doughnuts, Namirha is an alias for Satan. With what you’ve told me about your birthdays and Hannah’s nightmares, it looks as though Namirha wants her and is using Agremon to get her. Agremon’s the perfect guy to get her, too. He’s able to turn dreams into nightmares, invade people’s imaginations, and take souls while they sleep. When you die in one of his concocted dreams, you die for real. Listen closely. We can’t let Agremon get near her again.” “On that point, I agree.” She unfolded her arms, uncrossed her legs, and scooted to the edg

She said, seeing him raise a brow with interest. "Go on." He nodded for her to continue. She bit her lip, looking around the dining room again. The other patrons appeared to be too involved with their own conversations to take any heed in what they were discussing, but Amira didn't want to risk anything. She shifted herself dangerously close to him, lowering her voice a bit to not draw attention to herself, "Even though we do go after the big names: Vampires, Werewolves and Dark Witches, we also take down creatures that hide in their legends. For example," She tapped her chin thoughtfully, "last summer while Jax and I were traveling through New Mexico, we took down a Skinwalker that kept imp

The day that you've thought about often, but never quite like this . I'd imagined a heart attack. A stroke. Choking on my own vomit. With a random stranger's hands wrapped tightly around my throat as my coke-addled veins screamed not for life, but for just one more hit, just a bump of powder, just a little one, anything, please fuck, I'll do anything, please. I never imagined I'd be standing in the living room of an apartment that existed in an underworld dimension, created by a demon, who was about to hand me over to another demon to honour a centuries-old debt. I mean, because what the actual fuck , right?

The dark room disappeared, replaced by a terrifying, wide-angle vision of the entire continent, the vast green forests of the werewolf territories stretching out beneath a blood-red sky. "Anna, what's wrong?" Ronald's voice echoed from a distance, his hand gripping my waist in the real world, but his touch felt like a ghost, unable to pull me out of the nightmare flashing behind my eyes. In the vision, a massive, towering wave of pure black ash and corrupted spirit energy was sweeping across the land, moving with a relentless, terrifying speed that swallowed everything in its path. I saw the golden banners of the Bloodstone pack burning in the dirt, their proud warriors reduced to skeletal r

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak