Beautiful Nightmare Book Novels & Stories

She had looked at me once, confirmed I was where I was supposed to be, and left without a word. I had not slept. First, it was the dead wolves – eyes open, fixed on the sky, the smell of them – that moved through my restless dark. Then the forest, the battle, and everything else disappeared. Only he remained. He was more terrifying than the dreams filled with death and blood. Nightmares in a cage. Congratulations Aurora, you just began a premium sentence. I scoffed, annoyed at how foolish and careless yesterday had been. There was nothing about Damon Bane worth losing sleep over, I told myself with complete conviction at approximately midnight, lying wide awake in the dark, thinking about hi

I wanted to read it at that moment but something was telling me otherwise. I badly wanted to read it but there was no way I could do that, it was just too complicated. Calming my nervous self I opened the book hoping he wouldn't see something that would scare the hell out of me. But who was I for the moon goddess that listened to my prayers? She had never listened to my prayers and I was sure of it. The first sentence I saw inside the book was no less horrifying than the first one. I would say it was on the same level and I was even more scared when I saw it.

[A barren divorcee trying to seduce the heir of the Colombo family. Below the message was a blurred photo. The faces weren’t clear, but the background was unmistakable. The hotel lobby. This morning. Dave and I. My hands began to shake. The phone slipped from my fingers, hit the floor, and shattered. The door creaked open. I lifted my head—and there she was. Arias. Her lips curved slowly as her eyes dropped to the shattered phone on the floor. “I see you got some bad news,” she said sweetly. “Your phone even fell. It must be really bad.”

The beautiful oasis became a nightmare. The gentle noises of the forest vanished, leaving a heavy silence. The only sound left was my own heart, hammering hard beneath my jaw, thudding painfully in my ribs. The familiar dream had just twisted into a true nightmare. A blur of movement. I caught a glimpse of something darting in the deep shadows. A pair of eyes glowed back at me. They were a violent, menacing crimson color. I tried to scream, but my throat closed. No sound escaped, even as I felt the tearing pressure of my fear.

I approached the woman and washed my face and went out again and changed my clothes to comfortable ones and sat on the bed and picked up a book from under the bed. It is not an ordinary book, it is a book of magic. I read what it contains exactly what I want, and I realized what I fell into... It says that every time I close my eyes for more than a second I will see what terrifies me the most that made me change, but the way is not mentioned. He took care of all of that and fell asleep, but no way I didn't even sleep just put my head on the pillow I swear, I woke up screaming panic this time it wasn't normal more terrifying and I feel like it.

She snatched the book from Zahir. That was the first time I was having a clearer look at the book, “but it’s so beautiful… Can I see it?” “S-sure. Here,” she handed me the book. As soon as I touched the books, there was a sharp pain in my head. My ears went numb for a few seconds, but in those few seconds I heard agonising screams, screeches that could tear a soul, cries for help, shouts all mixed and ringing in my head. Some strange images flashed in front of my shut eyes of something that looked like a massacre.

I glared at the book till I was on my bed and the book never opened - maybe it is my illusion. I ducked myself into the sheets and this time I could hear the flipping of a book - The book. I was scared as hell because when I was still young, I read a lot of horror stories without the consent of my mother, Nahigra. I stared until the last flip of a page. Gradually and slowly as I can, I left my bed to see what my eyesight can't comprehend. To my surprise, it was still that same chapter and a phrase written in bold, "WHEN EVERYTHING GOES SOUTH, DO NOT GO NUT?"

Her nightmares. Alarm rang like a bell through Elina’s mind. Harsh. Jangling. A shadow moved in there. Dark. Twisted. Gleeful. A whisper. Deep inside her, she heard screaming. Something hard kicked her stomach, raked at her insides. "No." She whispered it, watching in horror as across the play yard, Jane’s book fell to the ground as she slumped over, asleep. "No," she whispered again, forcing her mind to work through the terror of that dark force creeping in through the slit that lightning had made between two clouds. The mass above the compound churned and roiled, looking suspiciously like a witches' brew.

The Birthday Girl May 29, 2009 Lucille Nora was fucking Boo and she was laughing maniacally. I ran toward them and saw that Boo’s chest was open, his heart missing and when I looked at Nora, her face was covered in blood. “You’re next, bitch!” I woke up from my nightmare and wiped the sweat covering my forehead. Fuck. It seemed so real. I sighed and lay back down. Jasper stirred in his sleep and his heavy arm went over my stomach. He woke up when I pushed it off me too hard.

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.