Blood Sweat And Terrors Novels & Stories

My vision blurred instantly, the master bedroom spinning into long, dizzying streaks of gold and shadow. The severe, dark purple bruise across my lower back was still there, but the agonizing physical pain from Fenrir Vane's hit was completely washed away by a much deeper, more terrifying sensation. My skin turned intensely hot, a deep pink color spreading from my chest up to my throat. Within minutes, my entire body became completely wet with a hot, heavy sweat that made my thin clothes stick to my skin like glue. Every single breath I drew into my lungs felt like I was inhaling pure steam.

Even as she cries out for help this time, her voice is never really released, lost in the void of her twisted dreams. When she awoke once more, she was drenched in sweat, and she feared her heart would give up sooner than intended if it continued to work so vigorously each night. The night had been a harrowing journey through a terrifying labyrinth of her subconscious fears, leaving her trembling and more desperate than ever for a sliver of comfort and safety.

My body was hot, and the sweat on my sheen was irritating my skin. I tried to breathe through what I just saw. It was a nightmare. A very frightening one. Still, I had to make sure they were okay. I tried standing up, and that’s when I noticed it. Wet red liquid on my hands. The floral dress I had on was mixed with the color of blood. My heart seized. And I stared in horror at my hands. I caressed them against each other. It was blood. Sticky and wet. I couldn’t hold back the screams. I rubbed my hands hard on the bed duvet. But the more I rubbed the more the bed turned red. The smell was so strong.

I forced my eyes open, and my breath hitched at the sight of the crimson liquid pooling at my feet. Blood. A sob caught in my throat, tears blurring my vision. No, no, no. Gwen's voice trembled with fear when she spoke again. "Oh, Goddess—someone get help!" Distantly, I heard the scrape of chairs, gasps, and panicked voices, but my body was no longer my own. My limbs went slack, the world tilting as exhaustion crashed over me. My head lolled back against the seat, black dots swimming at the edges of my vision.

Scarlette stared at the empty cliff where her friend stood, her heart pounding and cold sweat breaking out of her skin. It was rare for her body to go through perspiration as she is always cool inside. She only sweats when in an intense battle or when she suffers from horrific shock. She's only ever suffered from horrific shock a few times and this was one of them.

Tears blurred her vision while cold sweat broke across her body. She jolted awake, a scream ripping from her throat. “No!” Her hands flew to her chest, her skin slick with sweat, her body shaking under the weight of a raw, unrelenting terror as though the world around her had dissolved into fire and shadow. Her torment ran deeper than the prospect of returning to the modeling world. Beneath it lay the brutal truth of her parents’ deaths, resurfacing in the guise of a nightmare, clawing relentlessly at the core of her soul.

"This isn't my fault, alright? I just didn't want you to stress out. I mean, if you knew about this earlier, you'd be freaking out too, right?" "Seeing it with my own eyes doesn't just freak me out. It terrifies me. What's going on? I've only been gone a few years, and now I'm wanted across the entire country?" Sitting in the car, I listened as Amber slowly explained what had happened during my absence. Even after she finished, I could not snap out of it for a long time. Although I had already guessed who was behind it, I still felt a chill crawl over me. His methods were terrifying.

I snap my eyes open to meet a dark room, just unfamiliar monstrous tuscan red eyes hovering In the dark and wild struggling and grunting. Before I can make sense of what is going on, i hear sounds of flesh being ripped, bones cracking, things falling around me, knocking the things in my rooms to the ground. I’m splattered with warm droplets, over and over. I can smell blood, fresh blood and it’s all over my body. My mind blanks in terror and I let out a piercing scream. Jolting awake from my blood cuddling nightmare still screaming, my heartbeat is pounding loudly, my chest heaving, sweat coats my skin – my night dress soaked.

Striving to put an end to the fire that was still raining ablaze out of my body, I tried to look underneath me at the source of the wails and screams that were still ringing afresh- at the beautiful young ladies that my wicked curse was wronging, I couldn't do it for everything around me was painted in an utter colorless blur. Tears were falling from the two holes on my face that were my dark eyes, damping my hair and letting it stick with the moisture exuded through the pores of my burning skin, shockingly, in profuse quantities despite the heat that thudded within my body but I blamed this peculiar of a reaction to fear.

Sweat swamped me, my sheets knotted tight. But the worst part My hands were still coated with blood. Maya stirred from her bed across the room. “Rory? What the hell are you okay?” I shoved the sheets aside, my breath ragged. “I… I don’t know. It was a dream. It was simply a dream.” She sat up, squinting at me. “Dreams don’t make you bleed.” I looked down again. The blood hadn’t faded. It glistened in the moonlight, new and terrifying.