Dream X Nightmare Novels & Stories

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

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

"I’m sorry. I have to stop this before I lose everything.” Xander stands frozen, chest heaving. I see the battle in his gaze—desire and fear, equally matched. "The matebond between us can’t be wrong, Willow." "Mate or not," I say, voice breaking, "I won’t let destiny turn me into a monster." "What do you mean?" His confusion is palpable. "Who is she? What monster?" The cold creeps back in. That dream... that face... that blood. "I..." My voice shakes. "I’ve been having nightmares. Not normal ones. They feel... real."

“Promise me you won’t shut me out.” His expression softened—just slightly. “I promise,” he murmured. And for the first time, I believed him. Damien’s POV I didn’t dream much anymore. When I did, it was never pleasant. But that night, I dreamt of fire. Of blood. Of Aurora slipping through my fingers, her screams echoing in my skull. I woke with a start, my chest tight, my breathing ragged. Aurora stirred beside me, her body warm against mine. I closed my eyes, inhaling her scent, willing the nightmare to fade.

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.

Ever since I was a child, I could enter the dreams of the people closest to me. However, I could only do it three times in my entire life. I used my first chance when I was ten. In my father's dream, I saw him holding another woman and telling her he had fallen out of love with my mother long ago. Heartbroken, I ran to tell my mother everything. Three months later, they divorced, and I moved in with her. I used my second chance at sixteen. In the dream, a wealthy man held my mother's hand and promised to marry her. He had only one condition: she could not bring along her unwanted baggage. He was referring to me. The next day, my mother left me $30,000 and disappeared without a trace

The nightmares returned three weeks after the festival. Kai woke in the darkness, his body drenched in sweat, his heart pounding against his ribs. The image of his sister's face lingered in his mind, her eyes blazing with hatred, her hands reaching for their son. He gasped for breath and clutched the sheets, trying to ground himself in the present. Darius woke instantly, his hand finding Kai's shoulder in the dark. "Kai. I am here. You are safe. It was just a dream."

“Oh god, you have no idea I've touched myself again and again to the thought of having an orgy with so many girls. But I've never had the chance to explore with anyone.” “Well now is your chance, baby. We will take good care of you tonight.” Dream spoke. “Touching myself and imagining an orgy of beautiful women was truly what kept me sane during those years of running in my village. Till I came here a found this crew. They've kept me grounded ever since, letting me explore their bodies as I please. And now we would do the same to you.” “You deserve it baby, you've earned it,” Celestine whispered. The air in the attic felt thicker. Their scents surrounded me. The knowledge that they were alre

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.

Two souls tangled for centuries, now standing at the edge of their last chance. But no amount of training kept the nightmares away. Every night, Lena slipped into dreams of other lives old faces, forgotten places, the shadow of loss clinging to her like a second skin. And with each night, the dreams pressed in darker, heavier, until she woke gasping and drenched in sweat. And every night, Damien was pulled into them against his will. He arrived at her door again on the seventh night, shirt half-buttoned, sweat beading across his temple, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths.