Gorgeous Nightmare Novels & Stories

Rolling my eyes in awe and disgust, I placed my hand on his chest and pushed backward to create some space because I had no idea what this psycho was capable of. I was at least glad he wasn’t grabbing my hand forcefully. “You! What sort of silly jo—” “Marry me, Elora. I can save you.” He whispered in a low tone. “Save..You talk about saving. You men are nothing but monsters!” I thundered, the ripping pain in my chest accompanied by boiling rage. “You-” I don’t wait for his response before storming away. Each step dug a deeper hole in my heart as I thought of the uncertainty of the future.

I throw him off my body, shouting like my life depends on it. I wake up from the confusing nightmare, sweating profusely and I immediately switch on the lights. I look around the room and when I realise that I'm all alone, I sigh in relief then switch off the lights, pulling over the quilt and forcing myself to sleep. I can't wait for morning so that Brenda and her boyfriend can leave! I want this house all to myself, to do as I please! **** Finally it's morning!

Forgetting about the situation that was happening currently I was snapped back to reality when I see him lunge at the grey wolf that was chasing me, they snarl and tear into one another; his claws tear into the side of the grey wolf who lets out a howl from the injury that was just inflicted onto his torso. Whimpers are to be heard as the grey wolf backs away from the black wolf and stares at me as he growls and snaps his jaw, within a second the grey wolfs retreat back to the forsaken territory as they take off running in retreat from the attack that was inflicted onto them, sighing in relief my arms collapse under me as I stare up at the sky laughing in relief of being able to live another

A sigh of relief escaped my lips, and I let my neck fall backward to the wall and closed my eyes, relieved. My chest heaved up and down. My tank top and my hair were glued to me due to sweat. Suddenly, a wave of drowsiness ran through my body. My eyelids became heavy again. I shook my head and opened my eyes, only to see the room circling around me. Black spots came into my vision and before I knew it, I was falling unconscious again.

Mia really was a magnet for weirdos. He can’t deal with this right now. He wasn’t at his best today. Last night, he’d had a nightmare. It was dark except for an artificial blue light dangling above his head. Below the light, he was trapped in a pool full of blood, bodies, and huge wooden puzzle pieces. Corpses. Cut-up and torn. Bodies. Decomposing limbs. Eyes pulled from their sockets. Worms and maggots feasting on the carnage. And everywhere it reeked of blood. Even now and fully awake, he could smell it in the air.

She was alone in the room, and a gray winter dawn oozed through the window. Deja closed her eyes, listening to the fragile silence. For some reason, it was hard to move, the body did not obey. Had a stomach ache. Dull, pulling pain spread inside, moving to the lower back. Sudden fear pierced through: the girl abruptly threw back the covers and almost suffocated from horror. The bed was soaked with dark blood. Scarlet spots spread easily over the expensive sandy silk. The thin nightgown was soaked through and stuck to her feet. Deja picked it up with a trembling hand and almost choked with horror, feeling that all the insides seemed to have dissolved. And as soon as she could breathe, she scr

The room, once divided by shadows, became a space where the tendrils of reality and nightmare intertwined—a delicate dance between the conscious and the unconscious. "I'm so sorry, Drew," Jette whispered, her eyes seeking solace in his gaze. "I never meant for any of this to hurt you. We need to find a way to break free from this nightmare—together." In that moment, Drew and Jette confronted the enigma that bound them—the nightmare that had spilled into reality. The threads of understanding, woven through the shared journey of dreams and waking moments, became a tapestry that held the promise of navigating through the shadows and emerging into the light of a reality untainted by the haunting

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

No discrimination between wolves, vampires or humans. Though I had such a beautiful experience when I settled for the night I had a terrible nightmare. I was drenched in blood standing in the midst of bodies faces I could recognize, Sia, Giveon, Max, Brad and Nathan. The dream shattered with a violent jolt. I shot upright in bed, sweat clinging to my skin, my heart slamming against my ribs. My breathing was ragged, but the images refused to fade. The metallic scent of blood still lingered in my nostrils, the cries still rang in my ears.

Gowthami woke up suddenly, her heart racing and her body covered in a sheen of sweat. Her breath came in quick, shallow gasps as the remnants of her nightmare clung to her consciousness. She sat up in bed, her eyes wide with fear, her mind struggling to distinguish between dream and reality. Her dark hair clung to her damp forehead, and her usually luminous brown eyes were clouded with residual terror.