Dreamcore Scary Novels & Stories

I did this to show her that my feelings for her would never change, so she'd just have to suck it up. As I began speaking, I lapsed back into my memories and I found out they were as scary as they were as clear and vivid as day. Everywhere was pitch dark, I couldn't even see in front of me. All I heard were echo's of wierd sounds and eerie sounding moans. I felt blind, yet I wasn't. I might as well have been. I kept walking until it seemed I had been working for a life time. Then I came upon some light, it wasn't real light in the sense of it. More of an illusion of light. At this point in time, I felt I was dead and in hell.

Chapter 80 Back in Meera's cave or rather her coven. Scarlett looked around fearfully, she could see that they were no more in the forest now she was in a place that looked like something that had come out of a horror movie. The place gave off a very evil feeling, like a place some malicious ghosts might be inhabiting, and for the first time, Scarlett felt scared of a place. The cave had jagged and rough little spikes everywhere, there was the feeling of pain and suffering that leaked off the walls and her mind could barely comprehend what she was seeing. There was something like the smell of blood in the air and it wanted to make her puke because not only did the place look scary. It was ac

The mention of the word 'dark' makes Deborah to shudder in fear, she is allergic to darkness and it can cause a big trauma to her "No you can't, don't take me there please" she didn't know when she started pleading "I thought you said that you are not scared of me.I am going to show you what I can do. You were blabbing a while ago but look at you now, shuddering in fear" he said with an evil snigger as he drag her by the hair pulling her towards the dungeon "Please don't do this to me Craig" Deborah cried out in fear when they arrived the dungeon but Craig didn't listen to her and push her into the dungeon and lock the door

But she exuded a quiet confidence that put Damien at ease. "Thank you for meeting with me," she said, as they sat down. "I understand your friend is suffering from lycanthropy." Damien nodded. "Yes, it was an experiment gone wrong and now he turns into a wolf every full moon or when he is hot tempered." Dr. Stacy took out a notebook and started scribbling notes. "And has he been exhibiting any unusual behavior?" Damien thought for a moment. "Well, he's been more aggressive lately. And he seems to have an increased sense of smell and hearing."

Her heart is filled with fear, thumping hard against her chest as she hears the screams of the Undead as it is being ripped apart. Dmitri presses the button again, pausing the machine. Instantly, the nearly ripped apart Undead starts to heal, the torn parts returning to his body to reattach themselves. Dmitri did not completely tear it apart but only tore it enough to make it experience the excruciating pain. “Why are your friends after my mate?” He asks again. The Undead, despite being nearly torn apart, grins triumphantly. “You are scared, Lycan!” He says gleefully. “I can tell! You are now scared of us. You should be. We are going to take her, after all.”

“She says she’ll learn… but we only have four days! Lydia, if the ritual fails, the entire clan will lose its Warding!” I took a sip of my “wine.” “That does sound serious.” “So, will you come back and help?” Marcus pleaded. “Even just to guide Josie…” “Give me the phone.” A sharp female voice snatched the phone. Josie. “Lydia, don’t listen to Marcus’s rambling,” she snapped. “I’ve been studying for three days. The Blood Moon Awakening isn’t that complicated. It’s just chanting a few spells and spilling some blood, right?”

"Please don't leave me." Tears running down my cheeks as I ran after the figure that was quickly out of my sight. My little legs helpless to catch up. The darkness scared me, I hugged my bear bear tightly and squeezed my eyes shut. "Elora. Elora. Are you ok my dear." I woke to someone shaking the shit out of me. Sitting up in the strange bed and taking in my surroundings. I must have had that dream again. They were getting pretty frequent now. They never made any sense. The person leaving me was a blur. I had no idea who or where it was. People told me it was just a dream but it was always the same.

The horrid sight and odor have my gut retching to the pit. That’s it! I have had enough of this shit! Damon is a demonic incarnate of whoever the devil in hell might be. My tail of courage tucked between my legs in cowardice, creeps slithering down my spine and the large part of my brain screaming at me to get the hell out of here before someone might catch me sneaking in this place. However, as I was about to abandon this petrifying quest, the sound of metal clacking caught my attention. Snapping my neck to the source, my heart sank to my feet with what I saw.

Gloria turned around, her face pale and clearly terrified. I could sense the fear in her eyes as the strange energy enveloped us. "What is this?" Gloria whispered, her voice trembling. "What's happening?" Eric and Damien looked equally terrified, their faces reflecting the doubt and anxiety that had engulfed us all. The nightmare atmosphere created by the shadows seemed to be closing in on us as they writhed and twisted.

Terrified of what my sweet little angel may have seen Malcolm do. Scarlett tilts her head, considering. “I just do.” She returns her attention to her unicorn, pressing its little hooves together like it’s clapping. “I just see it when I dream.” Cerelia and Soren leave soon after, sensing that we need a bit of family time. I’m worried about what Scarlett may have seen in the room Malcolm has. Clearly it’s a torture chamber. “Sweetheart, have you seen anything in your dreams that scare you?” I ask gently. Scarlett furrows her brow as she thinks about it. “No. I’m not really there and you and daddy and Ash will protect me.” What the actual fuck? Ash?