Hellish Nightmare Novels & Stories

Luna didn't know how long she spent, slipping in between consciousness and unconsciously, before she finally gave in to the tempting darkness. ★★★★★★ Sandra hand grew cold with numbness, unable to continue her assault on the wall. "Give it up Sandy, there's no way you can break through the walk." Nash said experated. "I can. I will." "Just let it go Sandy. We have to go. We can find our way back to the resort." "So you expect me to just leave my sister in this motherfucking haunted place?" Sandra growled at him. The corner of her lips twitching violently in annoyance.

The room, once divided by shadows, became a space where the tendrils of reality and nightmare intertwined—a delicate dance between the conscious and the unconscious. "I'm so sorry, Drew," Jette whispered, her eyes seeking solace in his gaze. "I never meant for any of this to hurt you. We need to find a way to break free from this nightmare—together." In that moment, Drew and Jette confronted the enigma that bound them—the nightmare that had spilled into reality. The threads of understanding, woven through the shared journey of dreams and waking moments, became a tapestry that held the promise of navigating through the shadows and emerging into the light of a reality untainted by the haunting

"Why would your dreams scare you?" "I don't know if I'm dreaming of my past or what but some of the dreams are nightmares. I've dreamed of the accident several times. A car slammed into the side of me. My head smashed the window as the car flipped over. It bounced off and hit again. I felt this tremendous pain in my side as I hung upside down in the car. I felt the blood oozing down my face as it hit the roof while I hung upside down." "That's terrible," Valerie said as she shuddered.

“In case you don’t know, which I find hard to believe, I am already an outcast, I was taped in my undergarments while screaming from a snake attack that nobody else caught on tape so it seemed like I was scared of my shadow.” “Please.” Cirdan forced himself to roll his eyes and act like he would have if she was just another random person which was a joke because if she was a random person, he would not be trying to make her feel better right now. “I destroyed the recording everywhere when I discovered it and you overreacted, the snake could not harm anything physical, it was just an illusion.” “I would know the difference between a real snake and one made up. This one had fangs and shattered

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.

when that girl scared from nightmare. velliam help her to sleep comfortably. now when she woke up. she rubbe her eyes and she feel weight on her stomach. she touch that thing. she find out it's an hand of velliam and he is very close to her girl:- what are you doing she is embarrassed and start blushing. velliam:- last night I think you saw nightmare so I hug you, pat you and when I do that you sleep like baby. girl:- are you telling me you worrying about me

So, that would mean that I would have to see Hell beforehand to be able to teleport there. Damien once showed me a projection of Hell, it was the first dream of mine that he controlled. He showed me my ex-boyfriend Bradley and his friends and what he had done to them. I focused on the room with Ryan in it, the pillars of flames that I saw out in the distance, and the screams that surrounded me.

I plug my ear phone and pretend not to hear them. “Sing with us Harold!” and they are now singing so loud that even if my iPod is at its highest tune I can still hear them. I guess I fell asleep in anger of their song, the last thing I heard is a scream and as I try to open my eyes, a blinding light were covering us. I am trying to keep my eyes on focus as it gets clearer I could see a face of a woman. With deep blue eyes and a rosy white face, her lips were like cherry and she shine so bright then I lose sight. The next time I open my eyes I was in the hospital.

I look like a shell of a girl. Is this just another kind of hell?

Beneath his closed eyelids, his eyes flicked back and forth in rapid, frantic movements as if trapped in a nightmare he couldn’t wake from. A chill ran down Robert’s spine. “What’s wrong with him?” he asked, his voice cracking. He noticed his wife's pale lips and faint bite marks on her neck. He glanced at himself in the mirror and noticed the same. "What's wrong with us?" Helena’s face crumpled, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I don’t know,” she choked. “Something… something happened to us. To all of us.” From somewhere outside, a faint sound reached their ears—a low, rhythmic hum, like a distant pulsing machine. It sent a shiver through Robert, the kind that gnawed at the edges of his sa