Haunting Nightmares Novels & Stories

That night, Hailey tossed and turned in bed. Every time she closed her eyes, Jeremy’s face appeared in her mind. She tried desperately not to think of him, but he haunted her like an unshakable shadow. Finally, she drifted off to sleep, only to find herself back in the nightmare, tied up alongside Whitney. The moment Jeremy chose Whitney, her heart felt as if it were being gnawed by a thousand ants. “No!” Hailey woke up with a start, tears streaming down her face. Even though she no longer cared about Jeremy, why did she keep having those nightmares?

My voice sounded hoarse and scratchy as it crawled up my throat. “Shh, don't speak,” Nathan whispered and moved to the foot of the bed. I shook my head. I wished more than anything that what I witnessed was not real. The visions of the night came back. The fight with the vampires, my brothers, Dimitri, the dead wolves, Sampson. I remembered the fear that traveled through my body as I was chased into the woods. I remembered seeing my brother through the smoke of a fire my best friend had set. And I remembered nearly mauling my brother to death.

said Astrid, realizing that Dahlia had given obvious instructions. The opposite of nightmares was a sweet dream with a lullaby. Edmund was right. The Nightmares didn't consume magic energy to enlarge its body and strength. They feed on human fear. That's why they had a frightening form to terrorize their prey. The more fearful the target was, the more food The Nightmares would consume.

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

The image of her terrified face haunted me, a stark reminder of the darkness within. He had acted impulsively, lashing out at Carmen in a fit of anger and desperation. The memory of her terrified face haunted him, a constant reminder of the darkness that lurked within him. But it was the nightmares that plagued me most. Night after night, I was tormented by visions of Mira, my deceased ex-wife. Her ghostly figure loomed over me, her eyes accusing and filled with pain. I knew I needed help. My mental state was deteriorating rapidly, and I felt like I was losing control of my thoughts and emotions. It was time to see my doctor, to seek refuge in the drugs that had once brought me solace from m

WILLOW I have been having nightmares. Strange dreams where I’m being haunted. In my dreams, I am always running away from some faceless dark force and every single time, I end up underground, in a dark room, akin to a basement. Creepy as hell. Having these dreams have been sucking the strength out of my bones. They’ve definitely been a distraction, especially with all the exams I have to prep for.

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

The most harrowing part is that I am unable to escape this torment, even in the safety of my dreams. Upon waking up, I am immediately confronted with a lingering sense of fear and anxiety that seems to follow me relentlessly throughout the day. It's as if the haunting presence of my nightmares refuses to let go, leaving me constantly on edge and hyperaware of my surroundings. Every creak and whisper sends me into a state of heightened alertness, bordering on paranoia. Trust becomes a luxury I can't afford, and I find myself unable to let my guard down even for a single moment. The intensity of these dreams is so overwhelming that I often wake up screaming, my heart pounding in my chest, and

Even after the moon waned and night turned to day, I continued to bite my nail, waiting for news from my mate but as the hours went by and I heard nothing, my anticipation and anxiety continued to mount. “I’m sure he is fine,” Beth said. “You should rest, Channy. Think of your baby.” Despite my mind being alert, I couldn’t deny the fact that my body was tired so I let her lead me to the only room in the sanctuary and coax me to sleep. With time, I could not keep my eyes open and the nightmares started. I had terrible nightmares on repeat. It was either I died or my mate died. In every dream where I died, I saw Dahlia towering above me, her eyes filled with malice as she stabbed into my stoma

I could see that he was genuinely worried. “Yes, it was just a nightmare. A chillingly lifelike and haunting dream...” I mumbled, my voice sounded groggy. It was just a nightmare, right? A small chuckle escaped me and I looked up at him. “I guess that is why it’s called a nightmare. Night terrors often feel incredibly realistic.” I could still feel the remnants of fear lingering in my mind, as if the dream had embedded itself into my thoughts. The more I tried to shake it off, the stronger its grip on me became.