Beautiful Nightmare Novels & Stories

Nova whispered, her amusement clear in her voice. “We’re just bystanders, love,” I murmured back. “We watch.” “Movie’s starting!” Eli announced like a director calling action. “Focus, you two. This is gonna be awesome.” Apparently, his definition of awesome was corpses walking around without heads and people screaming every five minutes. Not that I was complaining—Nova clung to me so tightly I thought my shirt might rip. Arnold wasn’t much better, with Eli gripping his arm. “We should watch this again when we’re alone,” I whispered when Nova jumped at another jump scare.

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.

Raped by a demon that thinks he has ownership over me. “Ashton.” My body is forcefully shaken. My name shouted into my face. “Damn it, Ashton. Wake up.” Carden’s voice snaps me out of my horror and I quickly compose myself. “You were having a nightmare.” He says sheepishly. “And? Can’t the nightmare girl have nightmares of her own.” I meet his eyes, but he quickly looks away. Did I say something, do something to give my nightmare away? “I think the entire complex could hear you screaming. I thought…” His words die off.

The girl that smelt of lavender, her shocking blue eyes and brown hair, she was the definition of perfect. -Skylar P.O.V- I woke up from my annoying alarm, I looked at the time and it was 5 am. As soon as I lifted my head my neck started to hurt, I got up and looked in the mirror to see two holes in my neck. Flashbacks from yesterday ran through my head, I had been attacked by a vampire. I walked into the bathroom doing my business and then into the shower, I washed my hair and body. As soon as I was done, I sat in the shower, letting my thoughts consume me. “Sky, you’re going to be late.” I heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"What exactly happened that you became unable to receive my twenty three calls or even reply to my twenty eight messages?" Should I tell him? "Err..Vishal, actually-" "Cat got your tongue or what?" "I guess Rehan is having nightmares. And I don't know how I drifted to sleep. I am sorry." After hearing, his face went blank. "That means he might have woken up from his sleep but then how you....I don't get it Mayra." He spoke, hesitantly. I blushed all shades of red. Actually Vishal gave me dare to kiss Rehan on his cheeks while he’s asleep and when I completed my dare, I realised that he was having nightmares and next I know, I was in his arms.

[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.”

he taunted as he began to unzip his pants. The realization that this was about what was about to happen sank into my bones and I shivered in horror. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. I might not be able to stop this but I was sure not going to give up. I looked deep in his eyes and screamed bloody murder. As I screamed I felt a warmth roll over me and a bright light shot everywhere. Nick froze and then blood began to pour from his ears and nose.

“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.”

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.

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.