Beautiful Nightmare Book Novels & Stories

Alex explained, rushing toward me with the blade. I jumped back in fear. "You're not cutting me open!" "I'm sorry, Shana. But I need to know what's inside that book." In my nightmare, Alex leaped forward, stabbing my palm. I shot up in bed, covered in sweat with a panting chest. It was just a dream. A nightmare. I had to calm my breathing by repeating this over and over again. The vividness of the dream clung to my thoughts, and I couldn't shake the unsettling feeling it left behind.

Chapter 123: Karma's a beauty queen, and it's finally caught up with her The evening came to a close, when the sun smiled at the sea, welcoming the moon in its place. Elsie slept on the sofa across Aiden's bed, tossing throughout a nightmare. Elsie's face was etched with fear, her eyes darting wildly beneath closed lids. Her small body trembled, and her arms flailed as if trying to push away the darkness. A faint whisper of a scream escaped her lips, growing louder as the nightmare tightened its grip.

Rosa’s wild scream tore from her throat “Nooo! Please, nooo!” But it was useless. The monster’s massive jagged hand reached down like the sky itself was collapsing. Rosa screamed until her throat burned but no one came. No one. Darkness swallowed her. —Rosa jolted awake, gasping. Her body was drenched in sweat. Tears streaked her face as she lay trembling on the bed. The realization struck... A nightmare. Nightmare! But her chest still clenched with dread. The ceiling above looked darker than usual. Rosa didn’t dare move. Even the twitch of a finger felt dangerous. If she moved, something might come.

The feeling of leather scraping and ripping up my arms encourages me, even more, to stay down. I lay there for some time trying to think of ways to get out. Anxious fantasies that remind me more of nightmares overcome my head. Scared, I start panicking, this can't be happening. I feel my breathing get faster and faster. My head gets light and airy, my fingers tips numb. Before I knew it, the darkness had taken over. I jump when a loud bang erupts, looking to my side seeing a pile of old books thrown on the table. "Now, now, prince-y. You can't sleep yet, you need to be awake for this." They say lightly slapping my cheek.

They are wearing black uniforms and a mask just like for bandits. A man wearing a black suit whispered a spell and one by one the corpse started to burn. The sound of burning corpses is loud just like the heartbeat of the children witnessed the brutality. Elise froze after seeing everything. She can't breathe. The air is suffocating and the pain in her heart is excruciating. She did not cry but once again, she was reminded. Why she hated the book “The Lazy Lucky Princess”. "Hell." That night terror begins. END OF CHAPTER 7…

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.

Phil was on a high alert when he went home, every movement in the corner of his eye made him turn his head to look at it, he felt paranoid like someone was stalking him. Phil arrived at his house and quickly ran upstairs to his bedroom after locking his front door, even at home Phil did not completely feel safe since he was all alone. He locked his bedroom door and desperately looked for the book of dreams to search for answers to his nightmares. Phil searched and searched looking for more secrets in the book flipping the pages of the book aggressively. Phil felt his rage suddenly rising, he suddenly went mad like wanting to itch an itch in his phantom limb. "AAHHHHH!"

His vision went dark again, though his eyes remained open. It was just a nightmare. A terrifying, bloody, almost-real nightmare. One that almost made him transform. What kind of nightmare was that...? --- A/N ~ Boom! Hey readers! I tried to make this as scary as possible—did I succeed? To me? Nah. 😅 I still need to work on more terrifying scenes. Lols. Poor Mark… But I didn’t pity him a bit. Did you?

Emma's hands were shaking with pure fear, and a few cold drops of sweat ran down her forehead. She put the heavy book down, completely unable to read any further. Millions of terrifying questions were racing through her mind. Why were these types of things written in this book? Was it real? Did that boy die? Worst of all... was it the Master who had done all of this? It did not look like a normal book. The letters were not printed by a machine; they were meticulously handwritten. Someone had actually sat down and written this. But who could that person be? How could anyone have written out such horrible, violent things?