Dreamcore Scary Novels & Stories

He was waiting, giving her space to find the words herself. She did. "I've been seeing things. Weird things. And people I've never met before." Her voice dropped lower. "There's this one guy. He looks really scary. Has this large scar by his right eye, and for some reason..." She trailed off, wrapping her arms around herself. "It feels like he knows me." Damon stirred beside her, the lazy calm in his posture fading. He pushed himself up on one arm, his eyes suddenly sharp. “Can you describe this guy?” he asked, his tone careful.

They stood in their arched hindlegs like some diseased form of a mutated werewolf—sharp claws drawn as they released one ear-piercing screech after another. "What are these things?" Damon hissed in disgust. I let out a dry laugh. "Think of a wendigo and a Werewolf mating, and this is what you get. A thing of nightmares." "And you have come here on more than one occasion because?" Damon asked, and I looked out at the beasts again. Not wanting to look him in the eye as I replayed my nightmares in my head. "Because I never want to feel as helpless as I did when I was younger. If you can kill your fears, they can't come back to haunt you." I turned to him again, steeling my expression.

With Lira and Merida's help, we pushed the iron doors open, barging in. My breath stilled. The place looked like it came straight out of a horror movie with black-veiled women dancing around a pit of fire, men chanting weird languages before the dark moon beginning to redden, and creepy dolls hanging from the banisters. I looked ahead, my eyes searching for straight lines and silver eyes, and found him standing in the middle of one of those star-drawn circles bad people drew to worship. A few meter before him was the witch, Dracena Dreaden, in front of a huge crystal ball.

The darkness was closing in, the full moon casting long, ominous shadows, and the air was thick with a sense of impending doom. The scream echoed again, this time closer. Jessica knew it meant only one thing. The curse was taking hold. Draven was losing control. And if he was not stopped, the horrors of his transformation would be unleashed upon the world. The forest seemed to whisper, a symphony of fear and anticipation, as Jessica raced towards the fate that awaited her, her heart filled with a desperate hope that she could somehow save her mate, her pack, and herself from the darkness that loomed.

It was the same thing she had been seeing in her dreams. That thing stopped and Dara went close to it. She went closer and closer. It was dark, hairy and big. It was huge. She could hear it groan. She went closer. She was scared but at the same time she wanted to see what that thing was. It was huge and sounded fierce. “What are you?” Dara asked in a scared tone from behind. It turned around. “Uh…” Dara’s eyes opened. Her head felt dizzy. She moved her hands towards her head and suddenly saw blood on them. She got up with a scream.

It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.

Elara's POV The darkness was heavy. It felt like a physical weight pressing down on my chest. Screams erupted from the floor below. They weren't the fun, surprised screams of a party trick. They were sounds of pure terror. Glass shattered. Tables overturned. The smell of fear spiked in the air. It was sour. Metallic. It tasted like blood on the back of my tongue. I froze. My hands reached out blindly into the void. "Damon?" I whispered.

Valear stepped into the dim light of the moon. The sight of the horrid figure made a silent scream lodge in her throat. It was monstrous, like something out of a horror movie. No, it was worse. Blood red orbs peered at her from ashen flesh. It pained Lucas to see her so terrified, her lip quivering in absolute fear. He could do nothing. Both their lives were at stake. He watched Valear approach her and her beautiful mouth fall open in a silent scream. She managed to gain enough strength to scramble against the wall at the head of the bed, curling her knees under her chin as if somehow it would help her

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

he said, and turn away to disappear to the highest area of the pagodas! “Phew!” Nuahanna sweats miserably, turn her back and flow so fast that she leaves a strange afterimages. These strange afterimage is those of gold, blue, green, and bloody that the scary-face man tremble the sight of it. His terror skyrocketed. He growled, “She dared hide the might of her existence? What a cunning woman that was!” These afterimage is the might in itself. If the scary-face man has the bloody glow to surround the pagodas, that's the essence of his might. But what about the several elements that make up the might?