Book Nightmares Novels & Stories

I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face. "Nightmares do not make wolves sound like they're dying. This…sounded as though you were fighting for your life. Tell me, what was it?" His expression stiffened as his brows pulled into a frown. I looked at him, but the look in his eyes told me he would not let this go. I sighed and shifted against the bed while he settled beside me. "Would you believe me if I told you some nightmares are memories?” Dominic's brows knitted together in confusion.

Gid, I knocked several times—-Ow," he said as he noticed the woman lying on the bed. "Nah, Uncle, I don't even know who she is, believe me," Gideon says, scratching his brow. Sam took a big breath, saying, "Never mind, go fix this and I'll come back to you later." and exited the room. Gideon nodded and looked at the woman. He walked into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror, wondering how long he could distract himself from a nightmare he would never forget for the rest of his life. He returned his attention to his body, the scratch on his chest that would never fade.

Lana reminds me of one of those boyish runway models, where Bree is a pinup girl. Bree is not the only one who has been having weird nightmares, though. Over the past year, I’ve been having terrifying nightmares too. It happens every few weeks. And every time it happens, I’m afraid that I’ll never wake up. It is the most terrifying of all. It always starts out the same…

The clock struck 1 am, adding to her despair. Feeling lost and overwhelmed, she crouched down beside a sleek black car and unraveled into sobs. It had been an unsettling night, filled with one of her usual nightmares that had left her sleep-deprived and disoriented. Whenever she woke up from the terrifying dreams, snippets of different scenarios flickered before her eyes. Some involved a haunting accident, while others featured a pulsating club party. The visions overlapped in her mind, creating an indistinguishable mess that she couldn't shake off.

He pushed into me harder and faster, deeper until my walls clenched around his length, my body begging for more, until he slammed into me hard, over and again, kissing my mouth roughly as his body found release inside me. "Come here," Elias breathed into my ear, pulling me to his chest. Xander scooted closer to me and then we fell asleep, our bodies tangled within each other's. *** I woke in the middle of the night crying; I kept seeing Maria and Macy's last moments, their bodies burning.... "Ssshhhh...." Elias said, wrapping his arms around me as he pulled me to his chest. "Kalyssa, you're having a nightmare." "I'm so sorry," I wept. "I just keep seeing Maria and Macy—"

“That’s his job, not mine, so no.” “So I get to continue to live in this emotional limbo waiting for my animai to decide if I’m worth his time or not and all while I deal with these horrible nightmares,” I say tersely. Suddenly the room goes eerily quiet, and I can tell what I’ve said has unsettled my mother. “What nightmares?” she asks warily. I take in a deep breath, “I’ve had two nightmares of Osiah killing me.” “It’s not the killing you part that has you rattled though,” she says perceptively.

" As I was leaving the office room to go to my room, she, of course, kept her distance and remained a little lower in the room. My room was situated in close proximity to Lily's. I felt my chest start to burn as I heard her sobbing. My interest was piqued. I wanted to wait until I couldn't hear her talking before opening the door and going in. Listen, I overheard her screaming, and she said, "I wish I was dead, I wish I was dead, it is me, how would I know that my father was touching me?" I found her screaming after I eavesdropped on her, and I found her screaming after I found her. "How could I possibly know? When I woke up, I was a child. I had been sleeping."

Amber was getting ready for bed in one of the guest rooms and thinking about the plans for tomorrow. She knew this could be very dangerous, and they were going in this will be very little information about the Zombies that have now sprung about. She wondered when these poor people were turned to Zombies if they remembered their past or if they were a new slate, over run with the infection that had created them. She felt tired and wanted to lay down. The thought of sleep would be nice. However, the dream that may and most likely would come would make it be a less restful night. She only needed about 6 hours to really feel right with the world, but that was not guaranteed.

So she could also feel the mate bond between us. My heart fluttered as soon as I stepped into the mansion. She was jumping in happiness, giggling happily. She was never that happy in her father's palace. But she enjoyed every second whenever she visited us. I knew it had to do something with the nightmares she had. Ever since she was a baby, she had been having those nightmares. And for some unknown reason, they were getting out of hand. She could no longer control them. It didn't matter if she was asleep or not. She could see those nightmares while she was awake. She could hear the screams of that woman she told us all about. I was worried if it was a spirit she could see.

"Shadows don't move on their own." Except mine always had. I did the breathing exercise Mrs. Hawthorne taught me when I was little, count to ten, close your eyes, think of something peaceful. When I opened them again, everything was normal. Just regular darkness doing what darkness does. My phone said 3:33 AM. Of course it did. Every time the nightmares woke me up, it was always 3:33. The nightmare was still fresh, playing on repeat behind my eyes. A burning kingdom,a man with silver eyes reaching for me, mouth moving in words I couldn't hear. Shadows swallowing everything the castle, the sky, the screaming people. And me, falling through darkness that tasted like death itself.