Hellish Nightmare Novels & Stories

My heart leapt as I realized we could make it. Berrring. It sounded like the ring of a delicate bell. The sound seemed to roll and disappear. I realized it instantly. A test tube has just rolled off the counter in front of me, and it was heading towards the floor. My realization was too slow as I watched Nathan stretch out his hand. Miraculously, I saw the delicate glass barrel dance across his reaching fingertips. It bounced, as if playing keep-away. Then it disappeared from his grasp. The sound of the tube shattering sounded like a gunshot in my ears. It was followed by the most horrifying sound I’d ever heard. Instantly, I felt something grab me by the hood, and this time, it wasn’t Natha

They were predictable. Nightmares occurred after trauma. Saye’s medical files contained hundreds of observations about disrupted sleep cycles. Helena knew the neurological process. Knowledge did nothing. She typed. Why are you messaging me at two in the morning? The answer came immediately. Because I’m awake. Why? Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Returned. Nightmare. Helena sat on the edge of the desk. About Halcyon? Yes. Which room? Another pause. The one with the chair. Helena knew it.

Not here. “What is this place?” Brann’s voice cracked the silence, harsh and accusing. “What trick is this?” Seris answered first, steady and low, though her eyes never stopped searching the void around them. “The Nightmare.” The word hung in the air like a blade suspended by a single strand of hair. Kael’s chest tightened. They had all heard rumors, whispers that the greatest horrors were not the monsters you could see, but the ones dragged from the marrow of your soul. The Nightmare wasn’t just a test—it was a mirror that fed on weakness.

Sleep might come to offer a brief escape, but it would not last long before the nightmares returned. I shivered and exhaled a long, frustrated sigh, burying my face in my hands. Ahhh, damn you, evil! I hat e you for choosing me! May you trip over your own mouth!

“My mother died a long time ago; this dead woman isn't my mother.” Both men stared at her blankly; they were both confused about different things. “Why do you classify yourself as her?” Ryker inquired. “Did Yulia ask you to kill her mother?” Alexander asked. “I'm Solia.” Solia answered Ryker. “Yulia is my split personality.” “That's not true!” Alexander yelled. “Solia is the spilt personality.” Solia wanted to open her lips to protest, but blood splashed on all three of their bodies. Solia glared at Denise, who was filled with blood. Jake's body was lying on the floor next to Adora's, and he was missing a head.

A force one again sucked her in from behind, making her inhale all the oxygen she thought she needed sharply. A stinging pain on her left cheek woke her up. A soft groan escaped her lips and her hand reached for her cheek. It was a warm and a liquid substance. Blood. Of course it was blood, she's in hell after all. It's filled with nightmares, demons, vampires and unusual, creepy creatures. "Lucius?" Her voice barely being heard as she called out. Her eyes scanned across the place, it was dark. Pitch black, "Lucius?" "Lucius is dead." It was the deep and manly voice that teased her and sang to her earlier.

he asks me, furrowing my eyebrows and taking another step towards me. Then, at that moment, a scream escapes from the depths of my throat as I cower and, millisecond after the fact, a grouping of images begins to streak before my eyes. I see the fear specialists killing Belasko, the main product that Angel and Sasha watched in the copyist's night, and a group of crows advancing from inside his chest; Sassa in her room, totally terrified and trying to close her ceiling window before a hand yanks the seat she's on; I see fear specialists appearing in Dark Potland and passing by the Angels' vehicle while they're stuck in trouble; each of the young people who grabbed and transformed in their exa

Salvatore Villa – Julian’s Bedroom Julian's eyes snapped open, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Another nightmare, his constant companion over the past twelve years, haunting his every waking moment. They all spoke the same message. Revenge. Impending danger. And the haunting past. But this time, there was something different. He saw a figure, shrouded in shadows, with a face that refused to take shape. He couldn't fathom if it's a male or female. Julian's mind recoiled from the memory, his thoughts fragmenting like shards of broken glass.

It was unusual for Haze to leave their room unlocked, especially considering the importance they placed on personal space. There, in the dimly lit room, I saw Haze on her bed, her body trembling and tears streaming down her face. It was evident that she was having a terrible nightmare. She was crying out in her dreams, her voice filled with desperation, 'Don't die, Ricky. Please don't leave me alone.' For a brief moment, I wondered who Ricky was, a flicker of jealousy arising within me, but I quickly pushed it aside. I called out, 'Haze, wake up, Haze,' as I shook her body, trying to wake her from the grips of her terrifying dream.

Soon enough, the terrifying nightmare came replaying right in front of his eyes. The very nightmare that he wished to forget, yet, how many times he wished to destroy it, it kept on coming to him, taunting, haunting him like a persistent ghost. Caramel was already spasmed on the floor, the foam spat from her mouth. The very nightmare she had was too tragic for her, it brought an unsavory taste inside her body and on her senses. “Roach… golg… golg… help… roach… my mouth… inside… help…” She choked her neck with her own hands. “No… golg… golg…”