Hellish Nightmare Novels & Stories

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

I spent hours alone reading my books, with the image of Jack’s cock print on his shorts constantly flashing before my eyes. I distracted myself, moving everywhere reading different topics. But it never stopped flashing before my eyes. I was reading, and I started feeling my pussy throbbing, soaking my panties. My nipples felt hard and aching. I went to take a shower to relieve myself of those thoughts. In the bathroom, I stood before the mirror, and saw Jack behind me. His hand wrapped around my neck and his other hand fondling my tits. I turned on the tap and poured water onto my face, ending all lustful hallucinations.

Elian floated in the spectral haze, his essence adrift in a realm where time twisted like smoke. The battlefield sprawled before him, a nightmare etched in crimson and shadow, the air heavy with the stench of rent flesh and sulfurous decay. Screams pierced the din—warriors' guttural cries mingling with the guttural howls of the pale-skinned horrors that swarmed like locusts from the abyss. Their elongated ears quivered with sadistic delight, bald scalps slick under the storm-torn sky, and those maws... gods, those maws gaped wide, fangs gnashing through armor and bone, spraying black ichor that sizzled on the mud-churned ground.

I felt the warm, gooey blood as my claws dug in. “You bitch!” the voice screamed. I looked up into the scared face from my nightmares.

Death says "Well, I mean, you look like a normal human to me and Mika said if someone looked at you they would see their worst nightmare and that humans can't see you, so what the fuck did you expect?" I ask him, leaning on my arms as if to tell him to actually tell me what he expected. He pursed his lips and crossed his arms over his chest, but his golden eyes twinkled. "Stupid golden eyes," I grumble crossing my arms Aphrodite, Hera, and Demeter sat beside me, "I like her," Aphrodite said wrapping her arms around me in a hug and I hugged back looking around awkwardly making Poseidon laugh

Devil's Backbone, untimely, I will take you for myself! Hazel then starts shaking as if she’s having a seizure, and there is a smell of rot! The awful smell lingers in the room, making Sunny and Layla want to gag and cover their noses. Suddenly, Hazel starts convulsing uncontrollably, her body contorting in unnatural ways. Her limbs twist and contort, as if being manipulated by an unseen force. Hazel falls out of her chair and onto the floor with a loud thud, her body thrashing violently. The room is filled with joints popping and bones cracking, creating a horrifying symphony of sounds.

" The man with the hooded eyes stood up, and Millie watched as he leaned over his friend and reclined the chair he was sleeping in and covered him up with throw he dragged off the sofa. He walked over to stand in front of her and she had to tip her head right back to look into those eyes now. He held his hand out. “Nick Henderson, I’m sorry, I’d forgotten you were coming.” He made Millie feel rather nervous. She held her hand out and his large and warm hand engulfed hers and did nothing to ease the thought she might be making her acquaintance with a delicious and terrifying danger. Like walking into a tiger’s den.

The first on the list: the Bloodmoon Pack. He only hoped the visit, despite the dramatic name, would be a hell of a lot less bloody than it sounded. Trishelle POV Sickness had been curling in her gut for two days. It wasn't just the gnawing hunger from the scraps she was allowed to eat, or the deep, bone-deep exhaustion from being worked to the bone. It was the nightmares. They'd always been there, flickering at the edges of her sleep, but these... these were different. These were real.

Hora mortis eius non cognoscetur donec amor deiectus ex cinere non resurgat et radicem eius frangat, sanguis odii sanguinem quaerit et manu amoris ductus effunditur. I woke up from my worst nightmare with the loudest gasp and scream that felt like I was taking the last breaths to pump into my lungs. I dreamt about fucking Aralyn and prophecy again. Her deceased whore of a mother that I strangled with my bare hands, then bit her head off with my teeth and ripped her heart out, was repeating those fucking words in my head. She scribbled them with her bloody finger on the wall of some fucking cell, and Aralyn was lying in there shackled and lifeless. Fucking Larissa looked as if I had not kille

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.