Fnia Nightmare Novels & Stories

Nia's POV The world hasn't been unfair to me but it wasn't exactly fair either. I graduated college after years of brutally fighting against myself and my parents to ensure that I could do as they liked but also pursue my own happiness and today it would all be worth it. "Nia, could you hurry your ass up you're gonna be late. Also, we're out of milk could you pick some up on your way back,” my best friend called from outside my room of the apartment we shared together. Her name is Claire and her attitude isn't like her name, it's dark and cloudy. The opposite of me.

My eyes fix on a place on the wall, but I’m not seeing its dull gray surface. My mind is spinning, reeling, thinking of all the ramifications of the past twelve hours. Cyrillius knows I’m a Nero. He knows Nymiah is a Nero. Did she and Zayne and Edan get away? Are they somewhere safe? What do they all think happened to me? And…Dad…

It was just Tara. "Yes, Tara, come in," she called back, her voice trembling slightly but filled with relief. Cautiously, she unlatched the door and it creaked open, revealing Tara's concerned face which was highlighted by the dim glow of the hallway bulb. "River? What's wrong?" Tara asked, her voice filled with worry. "We heard screaming coming from your room." Shame almost turned River into a squirrel. "It was just a nightmare," she mumbled, stepping back to allow Tara into the room.

He collapses to the ground, growling in pain, desperately fighting back. My mum, in a desperate howl, drops me and shifts into her wolf form to join the fierce battle. Then I wake up with a jolt as hot tears stream down my eyes. My heart races like it wants to escape my chest as the remnant of the dream lingers in my mind. Scanning the room, confusion clouds my thoughts as I search for reassurance that it was just a dream. The dream is disturbing because it keeps recurring. I had watched my dad get killed by a ruthless Alpha right in front of me, and since then, the scene of battle keeps reoccurring.

ORSON’S POV Elora Amoh! The name had replayed in my head for years. For so many years. It stuck in my mind like that incident—the beautiful, innocent little Elora who would never hurt a bee. For so long, I had stayed in the shadows, watching her like a hawk, the guilt from years before threatening to tear my heart apart.

“So, in the meantime, Harlow’s contacted by this woman, a real looker.” “Strawberry blond?” “Exactly, just like in the footage. So this woman, let’s call her Nadine, she’s been having these really vivid dreams, night after night, about someone being tortured to death in a basement. She’s so convinced it’s real, she goes to see Harlow about it. He asks her to identify the guy in her dreams and shows her some mug shots. She picks out the same guy he’s been seeing in the darknet links.” “And these dreams she’s having, that’s more of the footage that we can splice in, right?”

I answered Patrick still seemed confused so I stood up and walked over to him. "May I?" I asked holding out my hands. He looked worried but placed his hands in mine. Craig stepped up to my back and put his arm around me, protectively. I looked into Patrick's eyes. {He's happy not to be the next Alpha. He hopes that Craig will keep him as a first though. He likes that position. It's powerful but not as dangerous and he needs to keep his family safe. He has two little boys at home and a newly changed wife, Virginia the one you met at the party. They were going to wait to change her and have another child but when the Nightmare came, he didn't want to risk her getting sick. He adores her and hi

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

Third POV Fiona woke up suddenly, chest rising and falling fast, whole body cold with sweat, bitter taste in the roof of the mouth. The nightmare was still stuck in the mind like spider web. She saw Eli on the stretcher again, blood on the face, the paramedics running, and her scream echoing without leaving the throat. It was always the same dream from which she could never get rid of, that dream that always left her heart tight and made her have a terrible day after appearing. She hated that.