Dreamcore Scary Novels & Stories

Lucas promised to keep me updated and sent me on my way. The boys had done their chores and were already settled in for the night when I returned home. I decided to see what I could find in fiction about vampires. They didn’t exist in our world, but Rory was positive that Osiris was one. It was nearing one in the morning when a knock sounded on the door. Damon stumbled through the hall as I switched on the lights, the incessant knocking waking him from his sleep.

“And I suppose that could be true, although it seems to me you could say just as easily that they’re worthless because they revel in exploiting human depravity. Have you seen many of these films, Detective? They’re not only violent, they’re sadistic. Nothing but a parade of bodies being destroyed in every imaginable way. And they’re mostly women’s bodies. You don’t need to be a psychologist to see that they seem more like sick power fantasies than— I don’t know what you’d call it.” “Catharsis?” I offered. She softened a little more, and allowed another wry smile. “You really have been talking to James.” I smiled back. “Then I suppose it’s safe to assume you’re not planning on going to James’

DREAM OFF ** Startled by the howling wind that breaches the open doors, I jolt awake. The room is bathed in an eerie glow from the moonlit night. Anxiety courses through me as I sit up, searching for Liam in the shadows. To my dismay, his side of the bed is empty... The wind whispers through the room, and the billowing curtains add a surreal touch to the silence. A sense of foreboding tightens my chest as I rise, shivering, to close the windows. The night air is chill, but the coldness seeping into my bones is more than the absence of warmth.

With one final thought of gratitude towards her aunt for her unwavering support, Aqua surrendered to the darkness, allowing its gentle embrace to carry her away from the tempest of her thoughts and into the peaceful realm of dreams. As Aqua's eyelids drooped with drowsiness, the rhythmic patter of rain against her window lulled her towards sleep. However, her rest was abruptly interrupted by the sound of rocks clattering against the glass. Startled, she sat up in bed, her heart pounding with apprehension. Peering through the darkness, she made out a figure standing outside her window. It was Damon, his expression etched with worry. Aqua's initial shock gave way to concern as she hurriedly ma

That is what matters. The air quivered as Draven chanted, black tendrils curling, filling the cavern with a choking, oppressive force. The dark sorcerer’s red eyes glimmered with anticipation, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. “Your blood and your child’s power… it will all be mine!” Aria’s hands shook, clutching her stomach instinctively. Her wolf purred softly, brushing through her consciousness: Fear not. The Moon Goddess watches. Draw courage from your heart. He cannot claim what is protected by love.

Together I woke up with a heavy feeling. It’s like there’s a heavy rock on top of me. And i felt like something is liking my face. I forcely opened my eyes and a light from the window hit my eyes. The thing who's liking my face is a fucking dog. I hate dogs the most! I wanted to pushed away the dog from me but my body is jailed by a demon. The Demon is named Seymour Rios Evans, sleeping peacefully beside me while his arms are hugging my waist and chest tightly.

Her pulse thunders in her ears, and it takes precious moments for the residual terror to subside in the tiniest sense of it. In the eerie stillness of the night, Marisol clutched at the sheets, her heart racing wildly owing to the scare of the nightmare that had taken a few nights off, only to return stronger than it would seem. The vivid imagery of the beast persists even behind her closed lids, haunting her waking moments as she grapples with the remnants of the surreal horror that had unfolded in her dreams.

I was playing with some toys while she was drawing. "Jeremy?" Abruptly, Darcy said. "Can I tell you a secret?" Curious, I looked up. "What kind of secret?" Darcy nibbled her upper lip. "Occasionally, I can see things." terrifying things. I took a step toward her. "What do you mean?" She gave me a look at her drawing. It featured a lot of ominous shadows and eerie faces. "In my nightmares, I see these. And occasionally... when I'm conscious."

“Does the Moon Goddess think giving me an Omega mate is some kind of joke?” My chest tightened painfully there it is, I thought the disgust. I lowered my gaze to the floor and waited because rejection had to come next it always did but instead he laughed softly more cold and cruel. “Let’s see who the joke ends up being on.” Then he stepped away leaving me confused and terrified and somehow even more afraid than before. Damon I came to Moon Night Pack because of dreams for months I had been seeing flashes whenever I slept there were blood, red eyes, a woman crying and a voice repeating the same words over and over.

In the darkness of her dream, she felt trapped, unable to escape from the terrifying shadows, creating a cycle of unending sorrow. "No! Go away! Leave and get out of my sight!" Emily screamed, trying to rebel in her dream. However, the terrifying voice did not leave. "No, I will not go. Come closer to me!" Zack urged, with a sharp gaze directed at Emily. In her dream, Emily felt a deep fear. Zack, a figure she should have known well, now seemed scary and foreign. She tried to fight back, but the darkness around her seemed to bind her, making her feel trapped in helplessness.