Gorgeous Nightmare Novels & Stories

I pushed it open silently and entered. It was everything I had expected. The exact opposite of my room. The themes here were black and grey. Black furniture, grey walls, grey and white beddings. The air conditioning was off, but it was so damn cold in here, the air so tight I could hardly breathe. Or it was just the fact that I knew my presence here was wrong. It was much bigger than my room, obviously. And I liked it. I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming.

AUBREY I jolt awake with a scream tearing from my throat, my heart hammering so violently it feels like it might burst from my chest. The nightmare clings to me like a second skin, more vivid and horrific than any before it. Every detail burns with crystal clarity—the metallic scent of blood thick in the air, the desperate screams of my pack echoing across the coronation grounds, the sickening wet sound of crawls meeting flesh.

The one that still manages to chill me to my bones when I think about it. “Try me,” he coaxes. I sigh but still hold him close as the feeling of his fingers tracing circles on my back soothes me. “There’s blood and the scent of freshly cut teakwood and burnt sage… and an overwhelmingly painful feeling in my chest as I cry, looking down at my bloody hands… then… there’s you… staring up at me with lifeless eyes.” I finally admit my nightmare out loud… the one in which I kill Fenriz, the one I have had for years before I even met him.

The morning light filtered through gauzy curtains. Gianna felt her pulse from her chest with her hand, letting the memories of the nightmare dissipate as usual. It was always the same kind of dream, in different forms— running, hiding, and the certainty of impending doom. A greatest hits album of her subconscious's favorite ways to torment her. At this point, Gianna was half-convinced her brain had a sadistic streak a mile wide and twice as deep. Gianna flopped back on the couch.

"What's that dream?" His eyes darkened dangerously. I should be scared, but it was sexy. "A man like me can't have dreams as sweet as yours. My dreams are called nightmares. They are always filled with torment, and when I wake up, there's an ache that won't go away till I find what I seek, and you want to know what I seek, doll?" I nodded eagerly, paying so much attention. "Chaos." Came his response. How could one man be so beautiful and crazy at the same time? Again, the thought crossed my mind.

“How do you know?” Raven’s eyes glowed faintly with reflected aurora. “Because she’s calling for me.” --- Global Dreamspace — Nightmare Bloom Shadows rose like smoke along the horizon, their forms shifting, trembling with human fear. Nightmares made manifest. Faces twisted by guilt. Memories stained by wounds. Traumas long buried clawing their way into the shared dream. Sophia stepped forward. “No — not like this.” The nightmares surged, not malicious, but desperate — the unprocessed pain of billions seeking release all at once.

Caleb jolted awake, his body drenched in cold sweat. His heart pounded in his chest as the remnants of a horrifying nightmare clung to his consciousness. In his dream, he had witnessed his majestic palace overrun by Selena, the once-peaceful sorceress, and her sinister zombie army.

Raped by a demon that thinks he has ownership over me. “Ashton.” My body is forcefully shaken. My name shouted into my face. “Damn it, Ashton. Wake up.” Carden’s voice snaps me out of my horror and I quickly compose myself. “You were having a nightmare.” He says sheepishly. “And? Can’t the nightmare girl have nightmares of her own.” I meet his eyes, but he quickly looks away. Did I say something, do something to give my nightmare away? “I think the entire complex could hear you screaming. I thought…” His words die off.

A loud alarm ringtone woke Jodie up. She couldn't sleep because she was so drowsy, so she fumbled with her phone on the table next to her bed. She was startled when she suddenly thought that the bed she was lying on seemed strange. She immediately got up and felt pain in her private parts. She was even more surprised to see a handsome and muscular man lying next to her. Jodie just covered her mouth in shock. She did not know what had happened until she saw that she was no longer wearing any clothes.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the remnants of the nightmare clinging to her like a suffocating fog. The room was bathed in an ethereal light as Luna realized it was all just a dream, a twisted creation of her fearful imagination. Yet, the remnants of the nightmare lingered, leaving her trembling with the weight of a reality she couldn't fully comprehend. As Luna sat there, breathless and tormented, trying to process the horror that had unfolded in her subconscious mind, she couldn't escape the pervasive feeling that there was more to her nightmares than meets the eye. The secrets of her past, the tragic fate of her mother, clung to her like a shroud of mystery, leaving her yearning for ans