Gorgeous Nightmare Novels & Stories

Nia's POV The next morning came far too soon, dragging me from the hazy comfort of the couch and into the sharp, cold bite of reality. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror as I tied my hair into a sleek bun. My face was composed, my lips painted with the perfect shade of indifferent pink, my suit sharp and pressed. I looked the part of the unbothered professional. The girl who didn’t care that her boss, her tormentor, her... whatever he was, had gone off with his perfect fiancée last night and left her stewing in the aftermath.

He turned around and was about to go up because it was also going down but suddenly his sanity stopped when someone suddenly pushed her along with a heavy object that ran over her back. "What the!" He screamed but felt the thing suddenly stiffen before it began to shake. Zera forced herself to crawl before standing up. When she looked at that thing, her eyes began to widen at what she saw. A woman wearing a thick and long gown and a crown on her head. Her eyes widened when she saw that the girl was shaking.. Zera approached her worriedly before holding out her hand. "Are you okay?" She asked. The girl looked up and seemed to be dazzled by his beauty.

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

I had to know… I gasped, my eyes flying open. The scene that greeted me was a nightmare. I was on my back on the cold floor, my shirt gone, and Gavin was straddling me. A scream tore from my throat as I shoved with all my might. He flew back, and I scrambled to my feet, only to have the room spin violently. A low, frustrated growl filled the space, but it wasn’t Gavin’s voice. It was deeper, guttural. His eyes… they weren’t the gentle green I knew. They were pools of obsidian, flecked with terrifying, brilliant gold. The eyes of a predator.

The beautiful oasis became a nightmare. The gentle noises of the forest vanished, leaving a heavy silence. The only sound left was my own heart, hammering hard beneath my jaw, thudding painfully in my ribs. The familiar dream had just twisted into a true nightmare. A blur of movement. I caught a glimpse of something darting in the deep shadows. A pair of eyes glowed back at me. They were a violent, menacing crimson color. I tried to scream, but my throat closed. No sound escaped, even as I felt the tearing pressure of my fear.

That encounter made me alert on the nightmare origins that had survived in this part of the abyss, they are not only stronger than those who lived on the upper abyss, but are also able to trick their prey and lure them inside their caves and devour them. I was down 10 batteries and continued my journey, I have seen various kinds of nightmare origin as I searched for Eric's mother. There are nightmare origins that glancing at them can make you puke, beautiful nightmare origins that temp you only to reveal its hideous true form and slowly devour you, colossal nightmare origins and a colony of tiny nightmare origins that can devour a colossal nightmare origin in mere minutes. Every single one o

With no knowledge of which way to go, I hit something hard and I black out. The next thing I know I wake up screaming in my bed, I shiver uncontrollably as the dried sweat makes my hair stick to my head. The sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, but my heart beat is already slowing because I’m at home safe and secure from any of those monsters out there in the woods. It was just a nightmare. In all the 17 years of my life, that would have to be the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I know I can’t go back to sleep after having a nightmare like that, so I get my phone out and check the time, its 2 in the morning I still have 5 hours until I have to get up. What am I going to do? I figure I

That is the strangest thing I have ever thought in my life. That familiar itch starts to spread across my neck, down my chest to my stomach. It itches so bad, I pull up my shirt and when I do, I scream out into the empty dark room that is lit only by the moonlight and a single nightlight over by the entrance. Daring to look down again, I see that where I had just scratched, is a gaping wound and there is a maggot crawling out of it. I hear a noise from behind me and when I turn on my heels, I watch as the same man from before stands about a foot taller than I am and is staring right into my eyes. He opens his mouth and states, “You have finally awakened. Good.”

Her pulse thunders in her ears, and it takes precious moments for the residual terror to subside in the tiniest sense of it. In the eerie stillness of the night, Marisol clutched at the sheets, her heart racing wildly owing to the scare of the nightmare that had taken a few nights off, only to return stronger than it would seem. The vivid imagery of the beast persists even behind her closed lids, haunting her waking moments as she grapples with the remnants of the surreal horror that had unfolded in her dreams.

No one except the man. The lights flickered. Static buzzed in the bulbs. Electricity crackled. The carriage was plunged into darkness, just a split second of impenetrable black that filled my mouth, my nose, my ears, like thick, dank water, choking me, drowning me. When the lights exploded back into life, I saw it. A sheen of silvery skin on the man's cheek, harsh white reflecting off scarred flesh. It was a brief flicker of a bad dream. A touch of a nightmare; there and then gone again so quickly that I had to blink away the haze, but I knew I'd seen it, I'd seen him .