Dream X Nightmare Novels & Stories

The room, once divided by shadows, became a space where the tendrils of reality and nightmare intertwined—a delicate dance between the conscious and the unconscious. "I'm so sorry, Drew," Jette whispered, her eyes seeking solace in his gaze. "I never meant for any of this to hurt you. We need to find a way to break free from this nightmare—together." In that moment, Drew and Jette confronted the enigma that bound them—the nightmare that had spilled into reality. The threads of understanding, woven through the shared journey of dreams and waking moments, became a tapestry that held the promise of navigating through the shadows and emerging into the light of a reality untainted by the haunting

I was taken aback slightly. “Vampires have dreams too?” I interjected, not able to help myself and earned a scowl in return. “Of course we do,” he replied and continued, “I always dream of...blurry faces you know, of voices which I find familiar but never meet.” His voice had turned distant and I hardly realised that my mouth had hung open because that’s exactly what I dreamed of. “Like some are nightmares, but you know that it’s all related?” I said, almost breathless. Damian’s head snapped towards me, his eyes wide as he nodded dazedly. “Yeah, that’s…” he trailed off.

The grief and guilt were all churning in my heart along with a great amount of shock. Then suddenly all I could see was darkness and a few seconds later, I was once again awake in my own bedroom. “What the fuck?!” Sweating and panting. And realizing that the nightmare had not stopped. Instead, it had only gotten worse. Somehow the dream and the nightmare had merged into one. The dream of having sex with Xyrra and the nightmare of the night my brother had been killed.

My face remained blank with my eyes still locked on yours. "How did nightmares became different with dreams when they both happens in my dream?" You let out a small laugh while I remained silent, seriously waiting for an answer. "Alright. Nightmares are dreams, but bad dreams. And bad dreams never come true. Only the good ones, hm?" "Bad dreams are still dreams. There's a possibility that they may come true as well." "Oh, baby, come on." You let out another chuckle as you pulled me into an another hug. You started to rub my back again, but this time it was a little faster than earlier.

Telling him the exact old told tale. “Don’t you remember those happy voices in your mind as you sleep? Or maybe the screams you hear of terror in a nightmare. What is a nightmare? Isn’t a nightmare a small prison you’re trapped in, with no hopes of waking? Why? Because you never know you’re asleep. You forget everything, your name, your life, and who you are. The only thing to accompany you are the monsters that laugh in your mind, that taunt you, knowing everything. Your life, your happiness, everything that had been stolen away. But the scariest part of the nightmare won’t be the monsters. They aren’t scary themselves. The most fearful thing of all is that they are yours. That you can hear

As we settle in for a relaxing dinner, the events of the day slowly fade into the background, replaced by a sense of contentment and camaraderie. As the night unfolds, I drift into a restless sleep, my mind plagued by swirling visions and fragmented dreams. But amidst the chaos of my subconscious, a new sensation takes hold—a sense of clarity and purpose unlike anything I've experienced before. In my dream, I find myself standing in a vast, sunlit meadow, the grass soft beneath my feet and the air alive with the sound of laughter. And there, in the heart of the meadow, I see Xander, my beloved mate, playing and running with a young girl by his side.

I was not the only one struggling to sleep at night having nightmares. We were all having nightmares. This is not life.It is prison. I woke up soaked in sweat. I had another nightmare where Liam was trying to have sex with me but his face was rotten and smelly. I don't think his body is already decomposed. I couldn't stand the smell. I tried to run away as fast as I could but he kept on appearing in front of me. I tried to scream but I failed to scream.

I fell back on the bed and fell asleep quickly. A few hours later I was awaked by a knock on the door. Damien entered and placed the tray of food on my dresser. I thanked him but didn’t leave the bed. Exhaustion and fear have nearly crippled me following a horrific dream I had during my nap. I dreamed of Alpha Callan lying dead in the street, Xavier standing over his body. It was similar to a nightmare I had before, but this time it felt real. I stayed huddled under my blankets for some time trying to calm myself.

Not nightmares. Visions. Of a woman made of light and shadow who stood between worlds, watching over them. “She says we’re safe,” one child whispered. Dax’s heart nearly stopped. That night, Dax had a dream. He stood in a field, the world quiet and totally empty. “Aria?” he called. Light flickered ahead. She stood there, faint and distant, her body translucent like mist caught in moonlight. “Dax,” she whispered, unshed tears in her eyes.

The face of a girl in deep, dreamless sleep. But inside, I’m screaming. Jack’s thrusts get longer. Deeper. More urgent. He’s found a rhythm now, fucking me with purpose, his hands gripping my hips to hold me in place while he uses my unconscious body for his pleasure. “She’s so fucking tight,” he pants. “Even after – even while I’m – Jesus, she’s gripping me. Like she wants it. Like her body knows what’s happening even if she doesn’t.” “Maybe she does know,” Tyler says quietly. “Maybe she’s dreaming about it.”