Beautiful Nightmare Book Novels & Stories

Everything now seemed a trap, a sinister game orchestrated by unseen hands. With every heartbeat, she thought she heard ghostly footsteps approaching her walls. She clutched the blanket to her chest like a child clutching a comforting toy, but the terror was greater than any blanket, thicker than any wall. Her eyes leaped to the table, where the book still lay. Its dark cover glinted faintly under a sliver of moonlight, as if it were watching her, as if its earlier fall had been a message, not an accident.

I toss the shirt on the floor and fall into bed as if my spine gave out. I'm tired. The daylight creeps in through the edge of the blackout curtains. Time doesn't mean much at Apex. I'm awake during the night and asleep during the day. It's past my bedtime. Their noises still echo and it comforts me. I don't know what that says about me, but I let it lull me to sleep anyway. I crash hard. For the first time, I don't dream about rage, blood, or violence. I dream about Beatrice. I wake up to darkness. The room is quiet and still. The sun is long gone. I blink against the light bleeding from under my door, rub the sleep from my eyes, and reach for my phone.

I jolted awake, trembling violently as cold sweat clung to my skin. A nightmare. Only a nightmare… though Hazel remained strangely restless beneath my skin. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Dominic crossed the room in seconds, concern darkening his expression. He was beside me before I could steady my breathing, his hand closing around mine. "Are you hurt, Natalia?" "I heard you from the room beside yours.” I turned my gaze to him as I regained my composure. "I–I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face.

BEVERLY The line between a dream and a nightmare is entirely defined by how fast your heart is beating when you wake up. When my eyes flew open the next morning, my sheets were tangled around my legs like restraints, and the pale, unforgiving light of dawn was filtering through my sheer curtains. I hadn’t slept. Not really. Every time I had managed to drift off into a shallow, exhausted slumber, the memory of Damian’s bare chest—sculpted, scarred, and radiating absolute power—would manifest behind my eyelids. But worse than the memory of his body was the memory of his eyes. That terrifying, instantaneous snap from exhaustion to lethal alertness when my forehead had grazed the drywall.

“I can smell you, Helen. We have to get to the ceremonial dinner soon. I don’t have time to chase you and—” The book rattled in a dim, blue shade of light before the book busted alive between my mate and I. his eyes widened in horror. He ran to my side, pulling me to my feet and away from the table. The mysterious, glowing book threw itself wide open and the pages flittered through the air, turning themselves over one by one in a fluttering motion. I gasped, clinging to Justin’s warm, muscular chest and we both watched on in horror. “What have you done, mate?...” Justin whispered, the book abruptly stopping on a page in the middle. It laid wide open, displaying a bright, cyan hue through the

Her pulse thunders in her ears, and it takes precious moments for the residual terror to subside in the tiniest sense of it. In the eerie stillness of the night, Marisol clutched at the sheets, her heart racing wildly owing to the scare of the nightmare that had taken a few nights off, only to return stronger than it would seem. The vivid imagery of the beast persists even behind her closed lids, haunting her waking moments as she grapples with the remnants of the surreal horror that had unfolded in her dreams.

Aurelia suggested as I nodded and changed into a more comfy outfit and laid under my duvet, hoping to recharge before evening when Alpha Blake would come for me. As I drifted away into the sleep, the thought of the mysterious book was at the back of my mind and it lingered still. I suddenly woke up drenched in sweat with a racing heart. I had had a dream again which was so real and vivid, it felt like my life. I saw Nora again, whispering to the hooded figure and this time around they were in a room, with the moon casting eerie shadows at them through the window in the empty room. Nora stood with the book, scribbling into it which the figure also read and smiled then handed Nora another smal

“I’m sure Greggory thought you meant me harm.” “Oh, he was right. I did, mean you harm, maybe not the type of harm he was thinking of. I’m more of a psychological terror.” Many people don’t like others digging around in their head. “You, my dear, seem to be the girl we’ve been looking for, for quite some time. The girl who can see one’s nightmares.” Zayne stares right at me. He makes his attention on me very clear. “The same girl that can banish and summon demons, immune to their foulness.”

Carina solemnly said. "Are you worried about Lona's warning?" "Uhuh. I also keep getting nightmares these days." She closes her eyes. The vivid images of her nightmares flashed by her mind. A dark and tall shadow is creeping out from under her bed. It's slowly approached her with a wide grin on its smoldered face. Its nails are long and sharp. Carina trembled in fright as she remembers its dangerous glints, full of vengeance and malice towards her. That shadow tried to touch her stomach while cackling boisterous laughter. Its laughter resounding in her dim-lit room, and Carina jolted up from her sleep, screaming in horror and fear.

So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c