Hellish Nightmare Novels & Stories

He was used to Dallion's sadistic humor. Once Nickison had left, and the room returned to silence, Sherry's dreams turned into nightmares. She was back in the Bluebeard auction house, where the shadows of her past refused to let her go. The scent of burning wood filled her senses, and she screamed as a hot iron brand was pressed into her skin. She begged and pleaded, but no one listened. The pain was searing, tearing her apart. She could feel it, even now in her sleep, as real as the cold, hard floor she had been kept on for days.

She wanted to scream because of the pain, but she found that she was powerless to ask for help. "The worm that I put on you is called Drunken Death. An hour later, you will fall into an illusion, and everything you hate and fear will appear in the illusion. You will not gain your consciousness until you die in the dream. The effect is a month. If it can't be removed in a month, you will be covered with maggots all over your body and bleed to death with your five apertures opened."

Perhaps due to the late hour or Hesper's discomfort, she quickly fell into a deep sleep upon returning to her room. On this night, she dreamt again. However, it was not the usual calm dreams featuring scenes with Asher. Instead, she found herself on a ship. Someone was pressing down on her arms, preventing her from pushing open the door in front. Through the crack, she witnessed a scene bathed in blood-red hues. Hesper's eyes glowed crimson, and tears streamed down her face. The door in front seemed impossible to open as if this nightmare had no end. Despite the panic and desperation exhibited by the dream version of herself, Hesper maintained her consciousness and was acutely aware that eve

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

If it is a girl Ma Vista, the child will start having nightmares at the age of 16, some develop a bit later than that and their nightmares finishes in the middle of their 17th year. Suddenly we are at the bottom of the website and its over, that’s all the information were going to get out of it. I look at Ash the bit about meeting the other Ma Vista has never happened before. Now we know we are the last creatures of the light, so to destroy these monsters we have to do it, because if we don’t win, if they win the world will suffer and eventually the monsters will rule the world with the master. Until they became bored of him and this time when he dies, he won’t be reincarnated because there

A lullaby hums in a voice not your own Sung from the mouths of the buried and dead A faceless thing grins in the wide doorway Stretching its arms, your escort inside Your name is etched on a tomb with no grave A jagged whisperer, an icy brace Your heart beats loud, but not for long Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you I said grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out, and so will your veins The bells don't toll; the clocks don't chime Only the sound of the end of time Your Shadow melts your hands turn cold The nightmare sings as it takes hold I'm sorry to say, but this is the end Your breath is stolen; no need to pretend A door creaks open; the void

he said. Damon turned his head quickly and asked. “Did you find him?” he asked. Melvin shook his head. “Unfortunately, we haven’t and also our—,” “Search the damn parameter!! Where the hell is your other crew?! I hired three hundred why do I see less?” “They are dead. They are poisoned. Injected with a poisonous substance,” “What the fuck are you talking!?” Damon hurried himself running back to where William and Elise at. “Open the fucking door!” he slammed his fist on the door.

Her wolf struggles, her teeth elongate, glinting dangerously, while her claws extend, ready to fight. I come out of her nightmare and stumble towards the small, dimly lit bathroom tucked away in the corner of her room. With a violent heave, bile rises from the depths of my churning stomach, escaping my lips in a convulsive expulsion. The vivid, haunting images from her dream relentlessly replay in my mind, their grotesque details etched into the deepest recesses of my consciousness. I don’t consider myself a good person. I’m part demon after all, but even I am shocked by unimaginable depths of evil that now haunt me.

The pit yawned open beneath her, bodies piled without ceremony, limbs tangled, faces obscured. Elizabeth’s stomach clenched. She saw herself thrown among them—fevered, delirious, mouth open in a scream that tore raw at her throat. She felt again the pressure, the crushing demand to keep breathing when the world no longer made room for it. From this perspective, it was dense and layered with endings. Each one distinct. Each one complete. No confusion. No chaos. Just the accumulated gravity of lives that had reached their final moment and stayed there. She felt the exact instant Malachor had closed around her: the one thing in the pit that did not turn away when movement ceased.

I don't have anything to offer. Shit my neck is burning. Am I burnt alive? God.. Why is it so confusing? I am so frustrated. I am screaming. But no one is answering me. The fuck. "For god sake Callum. Wake up. Damn. I didn't know it would be even more frustrating than mating with Blaze. Why isn’t he responding"? Someone was frustrated like me. Looking for answers. That neither of us have. I have to wait till this darkness is over. Till I get the strength to stand on my feet again.