Hellish Nightmare Novels & Stories

DAVID'S POV CONT. "The truth is that you haven't lost your memory. This is just you living one life not a doubled life don't listen to whatever people say. Always remember that this is you and you alone not a doubled life okay." Stella nods her head obediently but then remembers her dream and frowns, "Why that frown what happened." "What of my constant nightmare everything looks so real and just recently I found a necklace that looks exactly like the one I saw in my dream today but the only problem is that i couldn't see their faces. What if the dream is real, what if..." " There is no what if here darling not every dream is real some are due to tiredness or overthinking okay. So enough of t

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

Vlash said as he kneels on one of his knee and hold both of my hand while he is gazing up at me. “Almost every night I am having this weird dream or rather a nightmare. It is so ominous and scary. In my dream we are too happy and starting a life together, we have a baby girl and as I am standing on our room carrying our child a dark figure appears and kills me. When I open my eyes I see the black goddess. I also dream one back in the normal world but a little different. It is about me being controlled by the black goddess again and all around me are pile of bodies and blood. I am laughing as blood is all over me. I killed everyone. Those dreams are so ominous Vlash. I want to found out if it

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.

It was another nightmare. ***

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…”

Forcing her to witness the killing of all her friends in this heinous and savage way, drowning in a wave of guilt every time the siren enters them and chooses one of them, so she is forced to listen to their cries and wails until they finish them once and for all, and the shame with which this demon drive will defile her. She opened her eyes, staring at the depth of his empty eyes that were attracting her to their decision without any effort, losing herself in their darkness. She felt her mouth float with a viscous, disgusting liquid that tasted like gall running down her throat, which was stubbornly resisting not swallowing, urging her to vomit, and only then did she regain consciousness an

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.