Dream X Nightmare Novels & Stories

I could see that he was genuinely worried. “Yes, it was just a nightmare. A chillingly lifelike and haunting dream...” I mumbled, my voice sounded groggy. It was just a nightmare, right? A small chuckle escaped me and I looked up at him. “I guess that is why it’s called a nightmare. Night terrors often feel incredibly realistic.” I could still feel the remnants of fear lingering in my mind, as if the dream had embedded itself into my thoughts. The more I tried to shake it off, the stronger its grip on me became.

Even after the moon waned and night turned to day, I continued to bite my nail, waiting for news from my mate but as the hours went by and I heard nothing, my anticipation and anxiety continued to mount. “I’m sure he is fine,” Beth said. “You should rest, Channy. Think of your baby.” Despite my mind being alert, I couldn’t deny the fact that my body was tired so I let her lead me to the only room in the sanctuary and coax me to sleep. With time, I could not keep my eyes open and the nightmares started. I had terrible nightmares on repeat. It was either I died or my mate died. In every dream where I died, I saw Dahlia towering above me, her eyes filled with malice as she stabbed into my stoma

Xyneth asked while Xavy was looking at the both of them having a conversation while he was watching at his parents also listening to their conversation. "Yeah, I called it a sweet nightmares. A nightmare which can made me scared, lonely, mad and sad but at the same time I called it sweet, wanting to meet someone on my dreams even if I called it a nightmare. It might be confusing, even I, myself was also confused."Yves said while laughing.

I hated myself for not being there but I am dangerous. Something has always been off and now these nightmares are hitting me all at once but none of it seems familiar. I remember our father being hard on us but not beating us like that. I didn't have any scars so does it mean it is only a dream? I stepped out of the shower and dried myself before I put a pair of clean shorts and shirt on. I sat on the edge of my bed and placed my head in my hands. "Come on Xander, get your shit together." I mumbled to myself. I checked the time to see it was the early morning hours, no calls or texts from anyone not that I minded but for once I'd like to see Ambrosias name come across my phone. The pain in m

Selena woke up with her breath catching and cold sweat pouring down her body. Her heart was racing, still haunted by the horrific details of the nightmare she had just experienced. The dream felt so real, like a dark memory from the past that should have been forgotten. She dreamt of being chased by giant wolves in the cold mountains. As she tried to escape, the silhouette of the dream turned even scarier. Selena felt trapped in a dark forest, increasingly disoriented, and her stomach hurt. She felt the pain, but then she saw that her hand was covered in blood. Her stomach was injured, and she panicked. The pain spread throughout his body.

Lyanna said, her voice soft but firm, “Tell me what’s going on. What exactly have these dreams been like?” I rubbed my hands over my face, exhaustion taking over as I relived the nightmare that had plagued me once again. “It’s always the same,” I murmured, my voice hoarse. “I’m standing in a dark room, and Dorian’s there—his voice echoing in my mind. He keeps telling me I’ve lost everything, that my empire is falling apart. But it’s not just him. There’s something else, someone else. I don’t know who or what it is, but it feels like they’re controlling me. Watching me. Making me question everything.”

Bad. Cash and I were the only ones that survived the Nightmare from our family. Mom and Dad were already sick by the time the vampires came to our home to 'save' us. The vamps were only there for me. They had found out about my IQ and wanted my brain to join them. I had insisted that they saved my brother as well. I may have made it a deal breaker.

His past as a human slowly creeping up on him with one little Wolf girl. Dorothy’s sobbing stops and an arm falls from Damien’s neck. She had cried herself to sleep. “Do you want to set her up in the room next to Raven’s?” Dane offers. "I assume you will be sleeping there tonight and will want her close by." Damien shakes his head. “Holding her is the only way to stop the nightmares.” He sways back and forth with her against his chest. Nightmares. I had lived with them for years. Fought against them every night. Eventually, my mind had become so used to them, it became a comfort. They stopped a few years before Dane came into my life, minus the odd few.

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

I stared down at the blood on her body, at the blood on mine, and the man lying lifeless on the bed, soaked in his own blood. I killed him. With a shaky breath, I turned to find Mason’s mother standing in the hallway. A gun in her hands. Her face was filled with pure hatred for me. Her eyes were dark, lips curled. “Die, bi—” Sometimes, dreams can be misleading, like this one. Suddenly, everything began to shift. Then it got hot, and then I jerked up. . . *cough* I didn’t know how long I had been asleep, but the moment I opened my eyes, I felt it.