Beautiful Nightmare 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.

When we were done with dinner, I snuggled closer to Damon's side, seeking solace in his protective embrace as we watched a movie in bed but something called to me. "Selene," an evil scratchy voice called my name from a dark corner, my body became paralyzed from fear. What the fuck called me??? My breathing increased while I tightened my grip on Damon body... Oh hell, I'm not sleeping tonight, I took a silent vow... The night wore on, and exhaustion finally overtook me just as dawn approached. It was then that I fell into a troubled sleep, plagued by a recurring nightmare. In my dreams, as usual, I witnessed Damon being gruesomely killed by an unknown assailant, leaving me completely helpless

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.

She rose to her feet and walked out. Moana plopped on the floor beside the bed, taking Triana’s hand in hers. She laid her head on the bed and stared at Triana’s face blankly. Her eyelids grew heavier with time. It became difficult for her to keep her eyes open. She closed her eyes and drifted into sleep soon. Triana had a nightmare in which she saw Blaze drenched in blood. Blaze looked furious and, at the same time, helpless. He groaned and wailed. He seemed remorseful, but within a minute, his behavior changed to monstrous. With the blood dripping from his body, he looked scary. Then he collapsed to the ground and whined.

I cried out in pain as I dropped to the floor. "And that is to make sure you won't run again," his lips lifted into a smirk while my eyes stung with tears. I felt the world around me shifting. Darkness crept around me but I turned my eyes to Lindsey. My eyes rolled back and my eyelids started to feel heavy, I tried to reach out to my sister. I had the feeling that I wouldn’t be able to see her again. The last thing I heard before welcoming the darkness was his bitter voice saying, "Take her." and with that, I closed my eyes and lost myself into oblivion.

If only- A scent hit my nose hard as the stranger leaned in, his right hand stretched forward to help me up. I had no idea who this psycho was, and I wasn't bothered to know, but regardless, I wrapped my fingers around his palm, letting him pull me up. My body leans into his. “Marry me.” A dry laugh fell free. Rolling my eyes in awe and disgust, I placed my hand on his chest and pushed backward to create some space because I had no idea what this psycho was capable of.

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.

" Her subjects shouted in a slogan with their hands pumping in air. But what....? If the citizens of her country were happy then what is the meaning of 'but' she had in the dream? Amara shut her eyes tight and closed her ears as if it would stop the voices. She squaled aloud but the words running in her head wouldn't stop. As she was trying to recollect her lost breathe the closed window beside her bed suddenly opens like somebody unlatched it with force. A violent gail passes through the casement shaking every article in the room. "Beauty did you recognize me?" A villainous titter followed the words as if teasing her. Amara looks around, the bed light flickers for a few times and falls to t

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***