Deadly Dream Novels & Stories

I signed my name, Elena, with a strange sense of calm. After dying a gruesome death in my past life, I finally saw the truth. This man, the husband I had loved for years, had a heart of stone. He did not love me. He did not love our unborn child. Fine. I was done holding on. I would grant his wish and disappear from his world completely. I shoved the waiver back at the stunned staff member. Ignoring the glint of malice in Lily's eyes, I walked to the edge of the platform. The drop loomed beneath us, a gray abyss.

She puts her hand on Emily's eyes and everything turned dark. Emily opened her eyes once again. She found herself back in the waiting place of the spirits, lying over Death's lap. She looked up and saw Death's pale chin. "Did you rest well?" Death asked. "For the most part." Emily sat up. "I had these series of dream flashbacks sequence. Do you know what they are?" She puts her hand behind her neck. "They're your dominant memories. They are the things you must let go before passing to your final destination." Death explained. "It's normal for spirits to have those kind of dreams," he added.

No discrimination between wolves, vampires or humans. Though I had such a beautiful experience when I settled for the night I had a terrible nightmare. I was drenched in blood standing in the midst of bodies faces I could recognize, Sia, Giveon, Max, Brad and Nathan. The dream shattered with a violent jolt. I shot upright in bed, sweat clinging to my skin, my heart slamming against my ribs. My breathing was ragged, but the images refused to fade. The metallic scent of blood still lingered in my nostrils, the cries still rang in my ears.

Dannie had a feeling her grandma wouldn’t approve of her creepiness much. Throwing back the covers, she set her feet on the hardwood flooring. “Son of a bitch, “Dannie said in a sigh. She rested her forearms on her knees. With a slow, deep breath she waited until her heart finally caught on to the fact there was no danger. It was only a nightmare. Another fucking nightmare. As long as Dannie could remember, she had them. On a typical week, Dannie would suffer three to five nightmares. They were all similar in theme: death, mayhem, and suffering— all the good stuff. Though, she never actually had a nightmare with the deabru before. Usually, her nightmares were vague concepts and seemingly sym

“They were nightmares.” “A drowned city rose from the ocean tonight.” “That does not make dreams evidence.” “It makes them relevant.” The house lights dimmed. My security system spoke from the ceiling. “Perimeter secured. No unauthorised movement detected.” Hayate looked upwards. “Even the house sounds nervous.” “It sounds expensive.” “That too.” He stepped closer to the desk. “What happens in these dreams?” “People die.” “Who?” “I don’t know.” His gaze held mine. “There is a woman.”

Clearly, I am in a nightmare, and it is all because of that stinking movie. Shaking my head, I take a deep breath and decide that I am going to walk out of the bathroom and wake myself up before this dream has a bad ending and I end up dead. However, once I open the door, a sudden gust of wind hits me, and I fly backwards as the tornado rips through the apartment building, and everything is decimated in its path. A few days later, I wake up and feel so much better till I look around and realize that I am lying in the bathtub of the apartment and my foot has been severed.

She felt unsure whether she was attracted or repelled by him. "Gosh, what are you thinking Tatiana!" She hit her head slightly as she tried to doze off but her minds keeps betraying her as she thought of Lucifer again. "Argh!" She groaned scattering her hair. She rolled back and forth as she took her small pillow covering her face with it. "Just sleep Tatiana!" She mumbled to herself. Soon, she found herself drifting into her dreamland. ★ NEXT DAY~TORTURE ROOM* Lucifer walked into the room to see three men hung on the ceilings, thick ropes were tied to their hands up in the ceiling.

I still doubt he will ever tell me the truth though. The nights are a different story. The nightmares have not stopped either. They seem to have gotten worse. When the incident was still fresh, I used to dream of it exactly as it happened, as I remember it. Now, I see myself dead with the car turned upside down and blood trailing down my body and face. On some days, I dream of getting killed by a bullet. I see a masked man pointing his gun at me and my feet stuck that I cannot move anywhere. I cannot run and it's like I'm waiting for him to end it and he does. Dimitri is not usually in the dream and when he is, he escapes and I don't. I usually wake up to hot, thick sweat on my body on cool

Dusty Non-Flower also looked at him and smiled faintly, "What? With just one little dream demon like you, you want to control me?" Dreamless Nightmare is a kind of dream demon derived from nightmares, and nightmares are often a way to show the vulnerability of a person's heart, therefore, what Dreamless Nightmare is most skillful at is, peering into the most vulnerable place of a person's heart, and then taking advantage of the gap to enter the country. It wasn't that Dusty Non-Flower didn't have the most vulnerable places, it was just that with this skill of Dreamless Nightmare, he couldn't peek into the depths of his heart yet.

Hora mortis eius non cognoscetur donec amor deiectus ex cinere non resurgat et radicem eius frangat, sanguis odii sanguinem quaerit et manu amoris ductus effunditur. I woke up from my worst nightmare with the loudest gasp and scream that felt like I was taking the last breaths to pump into my lungs. I dreamt about fucking Aralyn and prophecy again. Her deceased whore of a mother that I strangled with my bare hands, then bit her head off with my teeth and ripped her heart out, was repeating those fucking words in my head. She scribbled them with her bloody finger on the wall of some fucking cell, and Aralyn was lying in there shackled and lifeless. Fucking Larissa looked as if I had not kille