Haunted By Dreams Novels & Stories

A voice that still haunted my dreams. My wolf’s voice. Fight.

ELIANA I had a dream, the same scary old usual dream that haunted me for what felt like an eternity. It was a dream that I'd had countless times before, a dream that seemed to tap into the deepest recesses of my mind and unleash a torrent of fear and anxiety. Every time I had this dream, it felt like a weight was crushing me, suffocating me, making it hard to breathe.

The clock struck 1 am, adding to her despair. Feeling lost and overwhelmed, she crouched down beside a sleek black car and unraveled into sobs. It had been an unsettling night, filled with one of her usual nightmares that had left her sleep-deprived and disoriented. Whenever she woke up from the terrifying dreams, snippets of different scenarios flickered before her eyes. Some involved a haunting accident, while others featured a pulsating club party. The visions overlapped in her mind, creating an indistinguishable mess that she couldn't shake off.

The night was heavy with darkness as Cordelia tossed and turned in her sleep. Dreams haunted her, twisted and distorted, mirroring the chaos of her waking life. She found herself in a maze of shadows, pursued by nameless figures, unable to escape their relentless pursuit. Each corner she turned only led her deeper into the labyrinth, trapping her in a web of fear. But amidst the turmoil, a faint glimmer of hope emerged. In the midst of her nightmare, Cordelia heard a familiar voice calling out to her, a voice filled with warmth and reassurance.

Anna whispered. The two men looked toward her, her chest tightened painfully as flashes from recent nightmares surfaced again. Where she was in dark woods, blood everywhere and Chris somewhere in the distance screaming but another voice laughed hysterically. “I’ve heard his name before,” she admitted shakily. “In my dreams.” The silence that followed felt heavy. Steve frowned slightly. “Dreams?” Anna nodded slowly. “Every night lately. I see shadows swallowing the territory. Wolves running and blood everywhere.” Her voice trembled despite herself. “And there’s someone watching it happen.”

Then the dreams worsened, and now he woke gasping, drenched in sweat, his hands gripping the sheets like a man clinging to reality. Myla looked up from the island, her own face pale and drawn. Though her bad dreams had returned with a vengeance, filled with shadows and the sound of Edward’s voice whispering in the dark, Hayden’s state was truly terrifying her. Usually, Jared or Beck could pull him back from the edge of a nightmare, but lately, Hayden had even slipped into a place they couldn't reach. He wasn't just dreaming of the accident that had paralyzed him; he was dreaming of a version where he didn't survive.

My phone remained stubbornly silent. Still, my fingers hovered over it. As if some part of me expected the screen to light up. As if some part of me wanted it to. I swallowed hard and set the phone facedown. My head thudded violently, each beat loud enough to drown out reason. I sat there, stunned, staring towards the window. Some dreams don’t end when you wake. They just learn how to haunt you quietly. And this was what jaxon's nearness would do to me. I must have thought a lot about him to even want him in my dreams

She couldn't remember why she had gone to bed so early, but she felt exhausted. As she lay there, she tried to recall her dreams, a dream with no sun and moon, just blackness and silence. A dream where she always heard a noise. A scream in the distance and laughter in her ears – that made her want to run, flee to escape the horrors that lay beyond. A dream where there are demons that chased after her. A dream where she was drinking blood and eating raw meat. The same dream that she is watching again and again. But they were hazy and fragmented. She couldn't make sense of them.

he mumbles, almost in a whisper, massaging his head in an attempt to dispel the lingering emotions. Shaken by the vivid nightmare, Dean sits on the edge of his bed with the unsettling emotions stirred by the dream. The darkness of the room seems to press in on him as he contemplates the haunting vision of Kaitlyn. "Why do you keep haunting me?" he mutters, the words hanging heavy in the silent room. The echoes of his nightmares and the weight of guilt leave Dean in a state of profound unease, caught between the waking world and the remnants of his troubled sleep.