Dreamcatcher Nightmares Novels & Stories

With that thought, he closed his eyes, allowing the darkness to engulf him, and prayed for the strength to overcome the trials that lay ahead. But instead of finding respite in sleep, Dirk was plagued by a series of vivid and haunting nightmares. In his dreams, he was trapped in a maze of darkness, pursued relentlessly by shadows that whispered his deepest fears and insecurities. He fought to escape, but the walls of his subconscious closed in around him, suffocating him with their weight.

He glimpsed at his bare chest only to find large buries forming on his chest. Darach didn't know what kind of dark magic was this, it appears like Darach shares Amber's injuries. . . The echo of his harsh breaths was the only sound in the room. The little girl in the nightmare was his mate. Darach can't be mistaken in recognizing those soul burning eyes. The little girl he had seen was Amber just like in his previous nightmares. Darach can't sleep, his nightmares won't let him. Yesterday he had dreamed about Amber. She had stepped away from a lifeless Beaded Vulture with blood dripping from her fingertips.

No, a puzzle, but somehow a clue, that goes like this. "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.

Placing one elbow on railing she directly look up at moon. It's her almost daily routine . Whenever she sleep early this happen she wake up at mid night hyperventilating because of those nightmares. Her biggest fear of life. She never tell this to anyone not lilly not even her mom know. Why? She had not idea. Whatever she is seeing is just out of her head. The persons, that screams, and that golden brown eyes. Even the thought of it bought goosebumps on her body. Who are they she don't know?

I hate standing around babysitting these bitches. For the main reason, Tiberius waking up would be more for my sake. If he wakes up, maybe just MAYBE I can stop having these fucked up dreams. Bisnonna still hasn’t called me back, but I know these dreams are connected to Tiberius. I see glimpses of him as I have to face off against some pretty weird shit. Yes, more bizarre than the giant Queen of Hearts playing card hitting a hedgehog at me like a game of croquet from Alice in Wonderland.

He looked first at me then to Veda and finally over to Josh, who had already taken a seat in his usual recliner. I looked up at him and choked out without believing it myself. “I don't know. But last night I dreamed that Laylan had met a man named Daemon.” I must have been convincing enough for Mitchell because I could see his eyes calm at my statement. I watched him as he walked around the couch and took a seat in the opposing recliner from Josh. We all talked about my dreams and what they could possibly mean though none of their ideas seemed to be to my liking. But I told them all about my dreams and even my vision that I had had as Josh and I were swimming. I told them all what all I had

Wondering what it was, I opened my eyes to see a headless Ben hugging me. I screamed and screamed and pushed him away and continued screaming. His body fell to the floor close to his pool while his head was already floating in the pool. I screamed again and again until I screamed out of my sleep. I jumped up on my bed, clutching my chest tightly. I looked around and realised I was in my room with Lily who was now awake due to my scream. "What's wrong Martha?" She asked worried and a little scared "I had a nightmare" "Its okay, its just a dream" she said, her little voice somehow calming my nerves. I watched her lay down again and closed her eyes.

I jolted awake, trembling violently as cold sweat clung to my skin. A nightmare. Only a nightmare… though Hazel remained strangely restless beneath my skin. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Dominic crossed the room in seconds, concern darkening his expression. He was beside me before I could steady my breathing, his hand closing around mine. "Are you hurt, Natalia?" "I heard you from the room beside yours.” I turned my gaze to him as I regained my composure. "I–I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face.

Sure enough, the look in his eyes flashed confusion. "A nightmare? You haven't had one of those in years." I chewed on my lower lip causing the worry to grow evident on his features even more. I exhaled heavily as I knew he was waiting for clarification. "Not necessarily a nightmare. It was a dream where you guys were there to save me. I always dreaded waking up afterwards though. Because everytime I woke up, I realized that it was just a dream..." I felt the stinging sensation in my eyes and quickly took another deep breath.

My eyes try to make out the different colors of the wolf mural that is painted up there, but sadly, the dim orange light of the bed lamp is not bright enough to reach it. “Sleep, Cara,” Dane whispers. “I want to watch you sleep.” I know I should not smile, but I do it anyway. “It is the other way round, Dane. Dreamcatchers don't sleep. The nightmare will crawl back in if I do.” His warm breath tickles my neck as he exhales deeply. “I don't think so. You are a different kind of dreamcatcher.” My smile widens. I am really tempted to just steal a glance at him, just a glance.