Fnia Nightmare Novels & Stories

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

Alpha Ortega Damon I sprang up on the bed panting heavily, beads of sweat trickling down my forehead. I look at the time and saw it was 12:30 am which means I have only slept for thirty minutes before having this nightmare I growled in anger and climbed down from the bed. I walked to my window and stood with my two hands crossed behind my back. This nightmare has been haunting me for the past twenty-six years. I never had a good sleep for twenty-six years, my past haunts me like a prey

said Astrid, realizing that Dahlia had given obvious instructions. The opposite of nightmares was a sweet dream with a lullaby. Edmund was right. The Nightmares didn't consume magic energy to enlarge its body and strength. They feed on human fear. That's why they had a frightening form to terrorize their prey. The more fearful the target was, the more food The Nightmares would consume.

After that, Marcus stopped trying. Marcus had been convicted of fraud. Nothing violent. He was forty-one, with the tired face of a man who had spent his life avoiding trouble. Prison was supposed to be a brief stop, a lesson. But on his very first night, the nightmares began. From his very first day in prison, Marcus began having nightmares, always the same dream. He dreamed he was walking down a pitch-black alley. The walls were damp, the air thick with the smell of rotting fruit. Far ahead, a single streetlamp flickered, casting a weak yellow circle on the ground. Beneath that light stood a woman in a red dress. Her back was to him. Her hair was long and black, hanging like a curtain. And

"Okay, so if similar dreams attract each other, and a lot of people dream about sex, for example..." Julia grinned. "Well done. Yes, there are some really big dreamscapes devoted to very common dreams. They tend to persist as well, because there's always someone sleeping, and having that kind of dream. Some of them are very old. There's a dreamscape of an orgy that we're pretty sure has been going since at least the Greek Classic period, and there's a nightmare dreamscape that probably first emerged back in the Palaeolithic era." "Wow! Can we go visit some?"

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

He mumbled a little before turning on his side but did not awaken. She shook her head, How can you be Dusk and Duskin? How can you pretend to be such a dark child when you are so kindhearted? Although she desired the answer to the question, she figured that she would never obtain the answer. Nightide remained secretive about their past. Hae Mina shook her head as she ventured up the staircase then fell on her bed in a heap. Her brain was too exhausted to push her back into her dreaded nightmares and so she slept heavily and deeply.

Ninian lay in bed with peace of mind, scrolling through the news, waiting for Lana and Nerola’s messages. Unknowingly, she fell asleep. She had a nightmare and immediately sat up. “Everett!” She noticed that she was in her familiar bedroom, and it was different from the bloody scene in her dream. She soon realized that she had a nightmare. Her heart beat rapidly when she recalled Everett laying in a pool of blood in her dream earlier. It felt too realistic, as if this had truly happened in real life. There was a knock at the door. “Ninian, are you awake? Did you have a nightmare?”

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

" Grandmother cried sadly. “Mom… Grandfather... Grandmother won't abandon me, I was wrong, I know I was wrong”.." "Get out of here!" Three twisted faces, like vengeful spirits, attacked Fiona. “No!” Fiona woke up from the nightmare. "What's wrong?" Darwin's voice brought Fiona back to reality. He got up and frowned as he followed the sweat on Fiona’s back. "Having a nightmare?" Fiona’s forehead was covered in cold sweat as she glanced at him. The dream was vivid, and Fiona even suspected that they had truly reached her through dreams. She had really disappointed them. And all of this was thanks to Darwin.