Blue Is For Nightmares Novels & Stories

And I couldn't ask for more as a girl who escaped the clutches of monsters. My entreaties, my tears, my whispers of prayer..... everything mingles into one as I desperately wished that I wouldn't be found by that monster. Rose's POV: Throughout our life, we come across many odds, many reflections. Different shades of color, different shades. The blues of miseries, the red of passion and our life that is indulged in black and white. We live in everything that is grey. Grey that is the color of dreams, the color of nightmares.

Not when Bastian faces an army of thousands with no sight of the outcomes. I lay in bed and softly cry for my beloved Alpha. Praying he's safe. I inhaled his scent again and I noticed something. Something out my window. I sit up and get off the bed. I'm totally confused. I walk to the window and look at the moon. It's the prettiest shade of pale blue I've ever seen. Is this the blue light that everyone talks about? As a broken turned human, I've never seen it. Never felt it's effects. I hear talk of it everywhere.

“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.”

he asked her, his eyes looking at the dark blue water which stretched for miles and miles. "It can mean many things, there is light blue and dark blue. The water is dark blue in the dark, but when it morning, it turns light. Light blue can mean calm, stability, intelligence and confusion. Dark blue can mean sadness, depression or even communication," she hummed and Grayson nodded slowly.

The thought of my mate made my head flutter, my eyes clenching as I missed his presence around. Lukas woke up in a cold sweat, out of breath and panting hard as he bolted upright in his bed. He felt scared, terrified, absolutely hysterical over what he just dreamed. He didn’t remember much, but what he does remember was fire. The colours of orange and yellow burning away and destroying something pure. He doesn't remember what it was, but it was beautiful. The Sun of God remembered a person too, with eyes the colour of blue crystal. As blue as the ocean, as blue as the sky above. The eyes were full of hope and determination, and the only thing that he could remember before he woke up.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

Mom glances over at me with a curious look and then states, "Breakfast will be ready in a minute. I threw some cinnamon rolls in the oven and they still have a minute or two before they are brown." Smiling, I reply, "Oh, that sounds yummy mom. Thanks." Sitting down at the table, I wait patiently as I drink my orange juice. Mom glances over at me again and asks, "Did you have anymore nightmares last night?" "Yes, I don't know what is going on. Ever since Billie gave me Charlie, I have been having this same bad dream over and over. It is so real that I peed the bed, I'm sorry."

DAVID'S POV CONT. "The truth is that you haven't lost your memory. This is just you living one life not a doubled life don't listen to whatever people say. Always remember that this is you and you alone not a doubled life okay." Stella nods her head obediently but then remembers her dream and frowns, "Why that frown what happened." "What of my constant nightmare everything looks so real and just recently I found a necklace that looks exactly like the one I saw in my dream today but the only problem is that i couldn't see their faces. What if the dream is real, what if..." " There is no what if here darling not every dream is real some are due to tiredness or overthinking okay. So enough of t

Bianca turned over on the bed as though the silk beneath her could not contain the restlessness in her bones. Her limbs tangled, her breath came shallow and quick, and her thoughts moved like knives precise, hungry, and unstoppable. The moon outside painted the room in a cold, indifferent wash of light, but inside her chest a different light had begun hot, dangerous, and greedy. My son has blue eyes, The thought pulsed through her like a promise and a threat. Blue the color of storm-tide, of things that did not belong, blue that belonged to legends and lineage, to masters who recognized blood and wanted to own it.