Beautiful Nightmare Book Novels & Stories

As I looked up, those same electric blue eyes that always give me this strange feeling met my green ones, and she said, “I won, freak, I made you bow down to me. Mwahahahaha!” Wait, something is not right here. Why is she laughing evilly at me? And she sounds like a cockroach with a very tiny voice. Then suddenly, *PAAAAKKKK!* The book in front of me was shut so loud that it made me wake up from that nightmare. Wait, do you call it a nightmare when you sleep at noon and have a bad dream? I don't think so. But whoever did that, I will surely kill them and rip their hearts and throats out. Then I will suck all their blood and not leave a single drop in their body. I'm furious as fudge!

After the party, she would storm to her room, ripping all the wrappers, except the day after that birthday, each of them tearing apart, broken, and missing. But, that night she was having a nightmare, endless wood and many people chasing for her, the words weren't easy for a kid her age to understand. They groans, and they scream as if they were suffering and want her to feel them too. The clawing behind her forced her to slow down. They all stink like she was in a sea of dead people, they were wounded badly, some even lost their heads, lost their arms, and some were just chest and belly parts jumping around, hands dragging the limp closer to her. The clawing getting harder and harder, and h

Her wolf struggles, her teeth elongate, glinting dangerously, while her claws extend, ready to fight. I come out of her nightmare and stumble towards the small, dimly lit bathroom tucked away in the corner of her room. With a violent heave, bile rises from the depths of my churning stomach, escaping my lips in a convulsive expulsion. The vivid, haunting images from her dream relentlessly replay in my mind, their grotesque details etched into the deepest recesses of my consciousness. I don’t consider myself a good person. I’m part demon after all, but even I am shocked by unimaginable depths of evil that now haunt me.

Everything’s fine now. Right. Everything was fine, but that didn’t stop the nightmares that came over the next few days. Each one is the same. A terrifying beast with glowing red eyes beckoned me and begged me to come to it. Each time it would happen, I would wake up in a cold sweat with my heart racing until I realized I was safe in my bed. Because they were so unnerving, I couldn’t bring myself to go back to sleep, and by the time the day of Bernard’s Midnight Ball came, I felt like death.

Chapter 126: Haunting Shadows Hana’s body stirred restlessly beneath the thin sheet, her breaths shallow and rapid as she fell deeper into the abyss of her nightmare. The moonlight that filtered through the window barely reached her, casting faint shadows across the room. But in her mind, the darkness was much more overwhelming—an unrelenting void filled with ghosts of her past.

Elena's POV The forest was a little too quiet for comfort. My bare feet pressed into the cold dirt as I shifted again, my bones cracking and stretching back into my human form. The moon was high, its light reflecting over the leaves of the trees like a looking glass. But no matter how often I ran or how hard I trained, I couldn’t outrun the nightmares. They haunted me. A woman whispering... showing me things I couldn’t understand. Fires everywhere. Blood. My mother is screaming. Wolves howling. A book with pages that bled when I touched them.

Scarlett I woke up with a start, my sheets twisted around my legs, heart hammering in my chest. The remnants of a nightmare clung to me like a second skin. I had seen horrors, shadows, blood, screaming children, monsters with faces that shouldn’t exist. My palms were slick with sweat, and I could still hear the echo of those cries, faint but relentless. I lay there for a long moment, trying to shake it off, trying to convince myself it had been just a dream. But the horror lingered, gnawing at the edges of my mind.

Chapter 45: Nightmares Girl Night came faster than expected. I have been curled in my room reading different novels, which had kept me busy most of the time. The stories were a good distraction from everything happening around me. Suddenly, a heavy wind blew so loudly, hitting against my large window with so much force I thought it might break. I suddenly looked upwards, towards the window, and my heart froze completely. I saw someone so familiar, their hair looked rough and wild, like something that came straight out from a horror movie and their eyes looked so wild, like only the white part of their eyes was visible, rolled back in a way that made my stomach turn.

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

The book was that vile. Various thoughts ran in his mind and he could already connect it to the real cause of the ghost haunting. But just then, a loud sound of something breaking reverberated. From within the room, which Leyte speculated to be the bathroom, a scream suddenly broke out. It naturally made Ley dashed towards it. The book was still in his hands. After a few steps, he saw a man shrouded with a black aura fainting on the cold wet floor. This guy should be the one named Nathan Garcia, a horror writer, and the current owner of the cursed book.