Book Nightmares Novels & Stories

"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

Val put all the notes in her locker safely, she didn't know why she did that. Val had nightmares when she is alone in her house. Every time she would wake up with heavy heart. She don't know why she would get nightmares like she is drowning in darkness all the time. This started when she was eighteen. No one knows about her nightmares except Sheela. Sheela always suggested Val to start a relationship in order to get rid of nightmares but Val refused. When Jack is around she never had nightmares which confused her.

Rosie and my mother had already gone to bed after waiting for some time while the pack members were not informed that I was coming back today. After a bit of chit-chat about the search and the progress, we all decided to head to bed. Lucas had agreed to not tell anyone about my nightmares which was a relief. I didn’t want to bother anyone by letting them know about it. In werewolves, nightmares aren’t something common. Nightmares are an indication that the person’s wolf is trying to take over their subconscious or the incident leading to the nightmares is weakening the person and his wolf. In my case, both things were happening but I also knew, I would survive. With my mind lingering on all

Perhaps because he understands why I might not want to show myself and because he also knows the kind of situation that we are now in. Throughout the night, I am unable to sleep for long and extended periods. Every hour or two, I am awakened by a bad dream, all of which are similar to one another; Alden and I are in the middle of an activity such as walking around the garden, reading or even fucking, and then somebody comes and attacks us. Most of the time, the person who attacks us is Lena, sometimes it is Karken and a few other times, it is Khimaira. At some point, I decide to just stay awake because if I don’t fall asleep, I can’t have nightmares. It is then that I finally get some rest a

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.

“Every shadow makes me jump. I see Victoria in every corridor, every corner of my mind.” He writes something, then lifts his eyes. “Tell me about the nightmares. How do they happen?” I close my eyes, reliving scenes that torment me night after night. “It all starts in my old bedroom at my father’s house. I hear footsteps in the hallway. I know it’s Victoria, but I can’t move, I’m stuck. Then…” my voice falters. “Then it’s not me in bed anymore. It’s Oliver and Noah.” “And what happens next?”

She was never going to surrender to him; he bought her, but he couldn't buy her life. She was going to make sure she made his life a living nightmare. She was going to make him regret ever buying her and let her go. Yes, he was going to release her himself when he got tired of her. She grinned; he didn't know what he bought. He had just purchased a nightmare, and that nightmare was hers.

Noah ~•~ “You mean the nightmares didn’t stop already?” Katie asked me as we walked down the hallway. “Yeah.” I nodded my head. “It has happened three straight nights now,” I added, exhaling deeply. For the past two months, I’ve been haunted by the same recurring nightmare. Each time, a bizarre creature appears, a horrific mix of a werewolf and something else entirely indescribable. I always jerk out of my sleep and back to reality whenever it appears in my dream. The first night it happened about two months ago, I didn't think too much about it. I just assumed it was a normal nightmare.

He collapses to the ground, growling in pain, desperately fighting back. My mum, in a desperate howl, drops me and shifts into her wolf form to join the fierce battle. Then I wake up with a jolt as hot tears stream down my eyes. My heart races like it wants to escape my chest as the remnant of the dream lingers in my mind. Scanning the room, confusion clouds my thoughts as I search for reassurance that it was just a dream. The dream is disturbing because it keeps recurring. I had watched my dad get killed by a ruthless Alpha right in front of me, and since then, the scene of battle keeps reoccurring.

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.