Dreamcatcher Nightmares Novels & Stories

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

He looked magnificent in black and white as well. I don’t know how long it had been but my eyelids started to feel heavy and I knew that if sleep claimed me again I would fall prey to the nightmares. I thought about taking Rowen up on his offer, but I didn’t want to be a bother. For some reason though, lying in bed with him stopped my nightmares. It was like he was my dreamcatcher. I made a mental note to draw a dreamcatcher later. I had almost given up on the idea of sleep when I nodded off sitting in the windowsill and was jerked awake by another nightmare shortly after.

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 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

he spits out in my face, making me rejected and alone as he kept reminding me every damn day that I am not a part of his family. That is how my dream always ends, it repeats itself like clockwork, and even if I try to wake up before it comes to an end, I wouldn’t be able to. It feels like I was programmed to have these nightmares and immediately after my nightmares end, I regain consciousness and I begin to think deeply about everything I dreamed about, searching for means and answers to everything I just witnessed. It’s always so difficult to interpret my dreams and get all the answers I’m searching for, but as I got to the ending this time, I didn’t wake up. I got past the part where I jer

Exhausted and frustrated, she finally decided to get some rest, hoping that sleep would bring clarity. That night, she was plagued by unsettling dreams. The shadowy realm of Nyxterra reappeared in her sleep, its endless twilight sky and eerie silence wrapping around her like a shroud. In the dream, she wandered through the desolate landscape, calling out for Elias, but the shadows swallowed her voice, leaving her isolated and lost.

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 took a wary step back, then froze when I heard familiar voices. "I'm here to help, tiny human! Where's the monster?" "Ghost squad is here to fight!" "Baby, where are you? I'm here, so don't be scared! I'll protect you!" "Protecting humans is the duty of ghosts! Kill him!" "Slither in darkness! Scream in madness! Rip them apart! Devour! Eat them all!" The mass of black mist barreled around the office before it spotted the pool of rotting filth on the floor.

I felt someone shaking me, and heard my name being called. I didn’t want to wake up. I was having the best dream ever. Then I realized it wasn’t a dream; Melakai was here and I wanted to jump his bones again in my dream. Holy fuck! I was acting like a hussy. I got so turned on in my dream that I could feel the pool of liquid between my thighs. I had to find a way to not dream anymore—to block him out somehow. I snapped my eyes open to see Stevie leaning over me with worry lines marring her face.

22 "No, there's not an inch that I've not seen or tasted, so stop behaving like a moron and hurry up," "Eeeks,"she felt like screaming and hitting him . " The day you entered my life, my life has turned upside down. I'm certainly going to leave the job. I want peace and happiness."