Blue Is For Nightmares Novels & Stories

Ambrose had red blood that only turned bluish when his demon had taken over so she knew demons had red blood but it turns blue when it is healing - It could be this child. She rubbed her stomach. He could have blue blood but she will need to look into this as the foretold said that this blue-blooded person holds their fate. Foretold coming true was the price to cheat fate. Laylin bit her lower lip. Curse is on the name? She had no idea of the last phrase and even when she had interpreted it, she had no way to piece it together. But she finally understood the cause of her nightmares. The Mistress had left her memories to the Crimson Rukh… and she was Crimson Rukh as she was pregnant with a Sh

I pushed it open silently and entered. It was everything I had expected. The exact opposite of my room. The themes here were black and grey. Black furniture, grey walls, grey and white beddings. The air conditioning was off, but it was so damn cold in here, the air so tight I could hardly breathe. Or it was just the fact that I knew my presence here was wrong. It was much bigger than my room, obviously. And I liked it. I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming.

I do not think that these nightmares will go away anytime soon but it is good that I'm having these nightmares because they will forever be a reminder of my deadly mission to hurt those that killed my parents in cold blood. "It is good that you woke up because I was going to wake you up. Here!". Vander said throwing a huge silicon bag in front of me. The bag was filled with clothes, black clothes to be precise and surprisingly I loved them. Seems like black is my favorite color now because I feel like my life is filled with darkness and darkness only. There is no light and there will never be until I punish those monsters for their misdeeds. I will not spare them for what they did to me and

Having no choice but to hope that his best course of action stays away from him, Jorfit kicks hard, breaking him so the message is obscured. “They'll leave here reasoning that they need to stress over me, however, they're off base. In fact, we're back on a similar side,” he tells us confidently, strolling over to the triplet of products sitting firmly for him; therefore, I walk towards Gabriel, not neglecting to focus on the Blue eye. From that thing, that thing should concern us. Your group and mine. We will go back to school and imagine that we are typical teenagers, however, around the night we will fight for our lives.

They both replied. I groaned and slumped back on my seat. I looked out the window and saw tall trees swaying to the tone of the wind as we drove past. My eyes shut involuntarily;,tall trees, woods, they cause me nightmares. I quickly looked away, but not quick enough. My eyes caught something in the woods. I looked again to confirm my doubt and truly there they are, the cause of my nightmares. Two red eyes! My head turns away and I faced front. I don’t wanna look back. I need to get that picture off my mind.

No one except the man. The lights flickered. Static buzzed in the bulbs. Electricity crackled. The carriage was plunged into darkness, just a split second of impenetrable black that filled my mouth, my nose, my ears, like thick, dank water, choking me, drowning me. When the lights exploded back into life, I saw it. A sheen of silvery skin on the man's cheek, harsh white reflecting off scarred flesh. It was a brief flicker of a bad dream. A touch of a nightmare; there and then gone again so quickly that I had to blink away the haze, but I knew I'd seen it, I'd seen him .

She felt as if deadly lightning and thunder had struck the savannah of her mind, thought and memory. Blue ocean eyes… I think I’ve ever met somebody else with a pair of shady, comforting and protecting blue ocean eyes as well. The man in my dreams when I was a kid also has his blue ocean eyes… And when I think of that man in my dream again, I’m deadly sure he looks exactly the same with my handsome Brother Vir.

I sit in bed, staring absentmindedly at a corner of the room. Moonlight seeps through the windows and paints everything a serene shade of blue and the silence is calm, but my mind is far away from the present. Unlike my dreams, I remember my nightmares in brutal detail. They are never scary, just reminders of my past and all the things I could have, should have, done differently. My nightmares are a collage of regrets resurfacing to remind me who I am and what I destroyed.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

It was as if her feet were in an invisible lake of quicksand, sinking fast. When she tried to look around, all she saw was the forest or herself in it. She realized that she could no longer see herself clearly. It was as if someone was painting her picture onto the back of her eyelids, making her blindfolded. Or maybe it's not her eyes that are blindfolded. Maybe everything around her is just painted by itself. She wondered what color her eyes would be when she woke up after this nightmare. Her hazel-blue eyes are black. Maybe black means 'dark' or 'darkness'. She couldn't remember the word.