Hellish Nightmare Novels & Stories

A broken holo‑sign crackled above me, throwing flickers of unreadable ads over the faces of half‑rendered undead drones, glitching in and out around the trash bins. Every tile was stolen from somewhere. Everyone wanted us dead. Behind us, where we’d just been, a section of castle floor tilted and dropped, its edge crumbling away into a yawning void that held flashes of every arena at once: rotating blades, ink rivers, spike pits, the red streets swallowing themselves. “Don’t look down,” Jax panted, landing light on a sliver of carnival board next to me. “It’s just existential horror. Nothing new.” “Eyes forward,” Selene snapped.

The ache between my legs had turned into pure torture — swollen, dripping, begging for something, anything. I locked my door, kicked off my heels, and threw myself onto the bed still in my work clothes. My hand was already sliding up my skirt before I could stop myself. No. Not yet. I grabbed my phone with trembling fingers and downloaded three new p**n videos — the filthiest threesome ones I could find. Two men, one woman. Priests in my head. I turned the volume low, propped the phone on my pillow, and hit play. The first scene started: a girl on her knees between two huge cocks, sucking one while the other slapped against her cheek. My breath hitched.

He continued to drive without being aware of an oncoming car, and due to the fast driving, their car was thrown on the road just as hard. ------ ''Dad!'' Gideon gets up soon after the nightmare. That was not a dream. It really happened ten years ago, yet it is still fresh in his mind. His head is still throbbing from the hangover. "Damn, my head," he mumbled as he gently arose from his slumber, and he was surprised when he turned his sight to the woman sleeping next to him. "Sucks, what did I do again?" He asks himself as he stands up and puts on his boxers and pants.

The light emitting from the mobile screen made him look frightening. “Made the wrong choice, Dorogoy,” Austin… My breathing got heavier as no one said anything. The sound of the eerie night, the crickets and a few hoots of the owls were prominent. Suddenly a bright light blinded me; I waited for my eyes to get adjusted to the sudden brightness then I looked around to find a dozen men wearing night vision glasses and the devil was standing right in front of me with the same glasses as the rest of his men. “I purposely left the door unlocked, unguarded but what do you do when you get the chance? You escaped. Probably the worst choice you made,” He said and hauled me up to stand on my feet but

They all knew not to engage the one that was beneath them. He walked in the door right past Valeria and went straight into his office. Hera kissed her head and sent her off to school, wishing her well on her first day. She went upstairs to get ready for the day, she had several events to plan as the Luna of the pack. While in the shower, she didn’t notice the strange substance appearing on the floor. Hera turned to grab her conditioner but slipped falling into the shower door that shattered all around her. She laid on the floor bleeding out as a woman she had never seen before smirked at her.

He bought every single flower from the florist and sent them to me. Behind him was Melissa Rivers, and she looked whiter than the clouds above. "Mrs. Lawson, I've heard the story. I know you're mad, and Mr. Lawson wants me to apologize. Please don't kick me out. I need this job!" She was holding my hand, pleading for forgiveness. I flung her arm away. I looked at the flowers and turned around to gulp down my pills. "I'm allergic to lilies, Samuel." Samuel's face fell before slapping Melissa. "You had one job!"

Run! Evangeline's body trembled as she gasped for breath, her fingers gripping the sheets with a desperation that mirrored the terror in her mind. She was trapped in a nightmare so vivid that it felt disturbingly real. Jeremy's figure loomed over her, his weight pinning her down, suffocating her with the cruel repetition of a nightmare that refused to release its hold. Over and over, the same horrifying scenario played out, each cycle leaving her more drained, her breathing more shallow, until her mind could no longer distinguish between dream and reality.

Chapter 14. Angela has a dream where she's tied to a tree surrounded by blue water, she looks down at the water but she sees a different person as her reflection, a more powerful and stronger female that looks like her, but she could swear it wasn't her. Her reflection looked more lively, happy , chubby and refreshed. She paused for a second to notice if anything would happen to her reflection, but it was still there staring right in the face. Angela became even more scared, because she had never seen such a thing before. How can a reflection or shadow be more healthier than the person who owns the reflection?

I just wish some one come and just caressed my hair. I just wish someone come and give me some water to drink. The smell of this room is making me nausea. I slowly closed my eyes and I feel something sting in my eyes. Sleep was not coming to me nor the death. All in can feel is loneliness, pain and cold. I gulped my saliva so that it would decrease my thirst and dryness. I took a pillow in between my legs and tried to sleep. But whever I am closing my eyes, a shiver ran down my spine, as all the time his face came in front of me.

Stories of death—and worse than death. His throat went dry, as a chill raced up and down his spine. Papa fucking Nightmare is here. The pounding on the metal increased, becoming chaotic, frantic. Muffled, unintelligible voices mixed with animalistic hisses and snarls. The same sounds he’d heard from those zonbis ripping apart Bernstein’s SUV. Something—or more accurately—some things wanted in. “Why don’t you go out to the highway and play “hide and go fuck yourself”?” he replied and hit “end.”