Gorgeous Nightmare Novels & Stories

Then I heard a high pitched scream that hurt my ears , I cover them but I can't but crying, I woke up screaming from the pain I felt in my ears , finally awake . I saw blood all over my hands reaching to my sleeves, I was terrified by the blood I stared at it as I felt what I am seeing ,the blood in my hands , my eyesight is hazy going right and left , I can't focus , that great headache I can't stop it , I touched my head I was moaning , I felt something wet yet warm poured down to my neck , I felt it was drenching from inside of my ears , suddenly the doors were slammed hard and i imagined a ghost of big man leaving my room , I was almost about to scream again , I though I was still asl

Her hand unconsciously raked over his shoulder and arm before she placed it under her cheek for a soft surface but that wasn't comfortable enough for her cause she moved away from him giving her back to him as she cuddled in herself. A deep frown set on his forehead. Hamza snaked his arm under her and pulled her back on his chest as he caged her in his steel-like arms. "That's better," He murmured. She groaned in her sleep and tried to get free but it was impossible. Her eyes slowly blinked open and she tried to glare at the thing which disturbed her sleep only for her eyes to go wide. It barely took her a second as she got flashes of last night after clashing her gaze with the obsidian pool

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.

“do you really think you can hate me?” ralph whispered to her, his low and hoarse voice sending shivers down her spine Gina was about answering when the shrill cry of her alarm tore through the fog of sleep, dragging Gina back to the harsh reality of her sun-drenched apartment. As her eyes fluttered open, she discovered that she had fallen asleep on the couch again while watching TV. the echo of Ralph's husky whisper still clung to the back of her mind, a phantom thread leading back to a tangled, disturbing dream. The sheets felt clammy against her skin, imprinted with the memory of phantom touches, desperate yearnings. Slowly, the details of the nightmare came into focus: the raw anger, the

“You wish. No, they come to me a lot, images of an older gal with reddish gray hair, all kinky and long, gotta lil gal with her, ‘bout half her size.” “You don’t say?” Porcius nodded. “They raised a woman from the dead last night.” August near to choked on his flask of wine. “What?” “Yeah, these two gals prayed and chanted over this big ol’ pupa thing, a cocoon, like a butterfly, and it burst open, oozing blood and guts . . . and out rolls this beautiful woman, pale and red haired . . . nicely built too.” “Wonder why you’d dream that?’

He looked again at the book I was carrying and let out a sigh, as if what he was about to say weighed more than he had expected. “What you saw last night…” he began, his eyes serious, “wasn’t a nightmare or a hallucination. Scarlett, the creature that almost drowned you is a gorgon. A princess of the lake, to be exact.” The words barely seemed real, and for a moment I thought it had to be some kind of joke. “A… gorgon?” I repeated, incredulous. “Like in the legends?” “Yes.” Alex nodded, his expression completely certain. “I don’t know why a lake princess attacked you, but I promise I’ll find out.”

He tipped it back, letting the cold, burning sting of a fresh, synthetic surge of the Catalyst run down his throat. It was a nightmare, certainly. A high-stakes, beautiful, horrifying nightmare. But as the familiar fire roared into existence behind his eyes and the world regained its sharp, golden edge of perfection, Anji couldn't help but smile. The doors closed, sealing him inside, the trap perfectly, elegantly sprung.

His gaze fell on a hickey on my collarbone, and he pressed me firmly onto the bed. I struggled desperately, screaming. A sharp knife pierced my skin, and blood covered the hickey. "Are you crazy?! Let me go!" Cade held me down with bloodshot eyes, the veins on his forehead bulging. "This will be the first time and the last time! I'll take down the news. Before I lose control, you better get back to normal!" The "normal" he was talking about was him having his intimate photos with his lovers all over the place, and me remaining unfazed.

The sensation of tearing flesh, the hot spray of blood, the sudden, overwhelming darkness as the room tilted and collapsed. 12:50 AM. The pain didn't linger. It was cut short by a violent, suffocating gasp. I jolted awake, my back arching off the mattress as if pulled by an invisible wire. My heart was hammering against my ribs, a trapped bird desperate for escape. My skin was slick with a cold, greasy sweat, and I was trembling so violently that the bedframe rattled. "Just a nightmare," I whispered, the sound of my own voice barely audible in the quiet room. "Too much coffee, too much stress. Just a bad dream."

As the moon hung high over the forest, the rot began its work, weaving personalized nightmares designed to fracture the pack's unity. In their room, the Beta thrashed against the sheets, his brow furrowed in a cold sweat. He dreamed of a world where Ginny’s heartbeat suddenly went silent, his arms empty as the life he had built vanished into a void. Beside him, Ginny was trapped in a meta-nightmare; she dreamed that her entire reality—her love for Jax, her pregnancy, her home—was nothing but a cruel hallucination planted in her mind by Leela’s overwhelming power, a "fake life" designed to keep her from noticing Leela’s sudden departure.