Fnia Nightmare Novels & Stories

THIRD PERSON POV Fiona turned and swirled around her bed while she held her bed shit tightly. She seemed to be having a nightmare, Her face contorted with fear and distress. Sweat glistened on her forehead as she tossed and turned, trapped in the grips of her subconscious. In her dream, dark shadows loomed over her, their eerie presence filling the room. She felt a suffocating pressure weighing down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. Fiona's hands clenched the sheets as if seeking solace and grounding amidst the chaos of her nightmare.

"I miss you so much." Tiana’s tear fell down her cheek and she wiped it away quickly. Nicklaus would come back. He had too otherwise...otherwise… *** In some part of silver moon… Nicklaus woke up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat and out of breath. His heart was beating wildly inside his chest and his eyes were filled with tears. He had the same nightmare he had every night, where his brother killed him over and over again. It never ended, the pain and the suffering, even after he woke up.

NIGHTMARES. A very bad or frightening dream. Anna was starting to lose count of the number of nightmares she’s been having since Josh’s death but whenever she woke up with one, clearing her head with a jog had been working well on her. She lets out a sigh as she turns sideways to stare at the mini alarm clock she had next to her bed. The time read 6:00 am and she hated the fact that she had to be awake at this early hour of the day.

Nirvana hadn’t ever told anyone about her nightmares, she had had them since her previous life but no one was obviously a good person she could share it to and in this life, she had never seen any reason to bring it up. Neither Boris nor Leah had ever slept over since she started this new timeline and it wasn’t a subject that was usually brought up out of the blue, besides that, she couldn’t also help the feeling that she was distant from everyone that she could actually hold dear this time. The only thing constantly on her mind was revenge against those who made her past life a mess since she couldn’t just forgive them but has also turned to a kind of the closest thing to her heart. “That m

Luna was unconscious for a long time. During this period, her condition did not stabilize at all. Instead, she ran a high fever recurrently and dreamed all sorts of nightmares. There was a huge fire in her dream, and she could see Neil and Theo trapped in it. They were shouting at her for help, but she could not go in to save them at all. No matter how hard she tried, she could not get closer to them at all. It was as though there was a layer of transparent glass separating her from them.

Only four girls were present, sound asleep, a testament to the hour. As Rithanya prepared her bed, set her alarm for 7 am, and settled in, her thoughts began to cascade into her dreams. In her slumber, a vivid and unsettling dream took hold—a scenario where she entered an examination hall, slightly late, and was met with a room full of students fervently writing. The weight of time pressed upon her, and she struggled to finish her exam. The aftermath of her performance was a shock—she scored the lowest marks, her classmates mocked her, and her parents' disappointment was palpable. The dream painted a portrait of failure and humiliation that left Rithanya gasping for air as she jolted awake w

At the end of the day, Nina was not Eliana. "An hour," I responded. "Maybe two." "I really think it's time that you get the doctor to prescribe you something to help you sleep," her voice was serious, a faint crease maring the smooth skin of her forehead. I stood up, towering over her as I knew I would. "No, Nina. Not even my own mother knows about the nightmares that plague me. No one will learn of this, do you hear me?" My voice was harsher than I had expected as Bruno came forward, and she paled for a brief moment.

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.

Nia opened the door, rubbing tiredly on his eyes. "Hi. Elsa, it's six O one, what on Earth are you doing all dressed up and ready to start a war on my door." Nia's asked, pausing and taking me in. "So, you actually can sleep? With all the noise that has been going on around here? Like it's been noisy and it's driving me mad." I said scratching my hair and pulling a look from her. Her eyes had bags under them but she was not paying any heed to them, she had looks to send my way. Most of them are suspicious and so annoying. I sighed. She stepped around, making way for me to get in. I got in and the first thing that caught my eye was the rumpled bedsheets. Now it was my turn to pass her a look

I doubted my sanity would remain intact if I were to be left on my own. We all sat in the cozy living room, surrounded by plush cushions and soft blankets. My three best friends; Layla, Janelle, and Sofia, as well as Alyssa, my sister-in-law, flanked me on the large couch, while Alfredo and Alvida, my parents-in-law, sat on a couch opposite ours. The room was bathed in the warm, afternoon sunlight, but no amount of light could erase the darkness that still clung to my very being. I took a deep breath and looked at them, my voice shaky as I spoke. "I've been having these recurring nightmares,"