Deadly Dream Novels & Stories

“Are you alright? You’re really pale.” I sat up and moved away from him. “I had a terrible, frightening dream Conor- I dreamed I killed everybody in the camp. I turned you to bones and I killed Alex and started laughing.” I shook my head trying to push the thoughts away. I just want to kill things… I can’t get this dream to stop playing on repeat.

He had promised no more lies, and I had agreed —yet the darkest piece of my identity was still buried deep in the small of my back, hidden inside a tactical sheath. "Sleep, Ari," Malakai whispered into my hair, his deep voice a soothing, rich vibration that settled the storm in my mind. He tightened his hold, his lips brushing my temple. "Tomorrow, we finish the Vances. Tonight, you're just mine." I closed my eyes, letting his warmth anchor me to the mattress, slipping into a deep, dreamless sleep wrapped entirely in the arms of the devil.

The wound of that irreplaceable loss remained beyond any possibility of healing. My mind lingered on the baby we'd never meet and the future taken from us. My mind returned to the recent dream where my mother called out to me while I remained unable to reach her. A frigid terror took root within my bones causing me to shiver. I felt an unprecedented fear that this situation marked just the beginning.

“The moment her craving for my blood returns, she’ll come crawling back. She can’t last long without me.” I started the engine and floored it. He was dreaming. This time, it was goodbye for good. There was no turning back.

She rummaged through my clothing, looking for something in particular. "Oh yeah? What was it about?" "It was terrible," I reiterated, remembering all the new faces I had encountered in this dream. Chad, Ashley, Sandino, Carly. James. Damon. "Well, don't hold out. Tell me." "I had a dream that you and dad... were dead." She stopped, turning to face me. Her face was serious. "It felt so real. It was the worst nightmare I've ever had." She smiled, as she came and sat at the end of the bed, eyes staring over at me.

One thing still played upon my mind though. “Morpheus?” “Yes my love?” “What would have happened if I had been killed by Dareios?” I looked up at him as his eyes became hard with smouldering anger. I felt his body stiffen as his anger rushed through every muscle in his body and he pulled me a little closer. “If he had killed you in this realm, you would be dead in the mortal realm too. That is why dreamers wake up before a nightmare results in their death. When dreamers don’t wake up they class it as a case of SUNDS, Sudden Unexpected Nocturnal Death Syndrome.”

Brain-dead patients could only survive on ventilators. "No… Please no!" Restrained by the staff, Melanie could only watch as Bethany trembled and seized on the bed before going completely still. By the time the doctor confirmed her death, only three minutes had passed. In just three minutes, Melanie's last remaining family was gone. And the one responsible was Raymond, the man who once swore he'd take care of her forever. At that moment, Tracy updated her social media with an ultrasound photo and the caption, "Congratulations! Someone's officially going to be a dad!"

The moonlight shone through the windows onto the bed where I lay, outlining the silhouette of my figure. "Ava! What the heck are you playing at now? How dare you go to sleep without caring about your child! How do you even call yourself a mother?" Without waiting for an answer from me, he then put Tina down and told her to sleep next to me. "I had known all along that she was a useless Luna and a terrible mother. She doesn't deserve to be one. Go to sleep now, Tina." My spirit floated before his eyes. I screamed as loudly as I could. "Lucas, I'm already dead! Why won't you take care of Tina? She can't sleep with a corpse! She'll get a shock!"

And I had been foolish enough to feel guilty, desperate to cure his legs as if I owed him everything. The tears I shed now washed away the last fragments of attachment I had for him. This false marriage, carried on for five years, needed to end here. As I closed my eyes and finally let go, a cold mechanical voice rang through my mind. "Host, the system has detected a second mission failure. Do you wish to terminate it?"

Daniela's POV A black card with my name on it. That was what I had been playing with for the past five minutes, with a huge smile on my face. Funny, because no one should be happy their worst enemy had done something nice. A gift alone should be an alert to tread carefully. And yeah, I should also be worried about other things; like how this man always had access to my room and was clearly in here when I was asleep, or probably even lamenting over the very graphic and gory nightmare I had just a few hours ago about Alexander drowning me in his pool.