Hellish Nightmare Novels & Stories

Selena finds herself ensnared in the relentless grip of the Haze season, a turbulent period that looms like an ominous storm cloud over her existence. At eighteen, she is a virgin—a state that, for a she-wolf, renders the journey of self-discovery both arduous and fraught with tension. The intensity of her experience seems particularly acute, marked by a series of haunting, nocturnal visions. These nightmarish orgies, vivid and unrelenting, have become a grotesque intricate pattern woven into the very fabric of her psyche. Each night, her dreams are invaded by primal, feverish encounters that leave her gasping in the cold sweat of terror and desire. This relentless barrage of nocturnal turmo

Everything seems to be vague and blurry. Who’s that person shouting in front of me? Hellion wrinkled her brow in her sleep. She seems to be dreaming of the past but why is the scenery so hazy. Hellion tossed and turned on the bed. Her head was suddenly filled with noise. Someone’s screaming inside her brain and why is that voice so familiar to her? Is it someone she knew? Hellion furrowed her brows even more as the conversation started to speaking in her head.

[Image: A woman with glowing white hair and void-black eyes looking through a mirror at a girl clutching her heart] ### The Dying of the Light Around us, the world I had just "freed" began to turn into a nightmare of technical errors. The grey grass, which had been soft and real, started to display "WATERMARK" symbols in a faint, translucent white. The sapphire wildflowers flickered like failing neon signs. Even the survivors in the distance—the shifters and the humans who had just begun to embrace—were freezing in place, their bodies becoming semi-transparent as if they were being "Un-Licensed."

I’m sure this time, he would wish he possessed the powers to disappear. “It’s you… Owen Vitmoz. The man with the scared face. The man whom no man dares to cross. What… what kind of hell have I walked into?” He cried. “My hell indeed” I chuckled, letting my fingers play with his jaw. “She must have promised you that no one would find out about what you two were about to do. Tsk. You had believed in her words thinking of the huge amount of money you would receive. Turned out the plan is about to destroy you”

Mia really was a magnet for weirdos. He can’t deal with this right now. He wasn’t at his best today. Last night, he’d had a nightmare. It was dark except for an artificial blue light dangling above his head. Below the light, he was trapped in a pool full of blood, bodies, and huge wooden puzzle pieces. Corpses. Cut-up and torn. Bodies. Decomposing limbs. Eyes pulled from their sockets. Worms and maggots feasting on the carnage. And everywhere it reeked of blood. Even now and fully awake, he could smell it in the air.

Serves them right, vaffanculo! Realizing the time I make my way to the bathroom, flicking the light, reminding me of the shitty ass room I'm in. The yellow walls are nearly brown from filth, sending a shiver through me. Nasty motels were never something I thought about before, not when I had five star hotels at my fingertips.

Hell No! With lips trembling, I closed my eyes then took him whole… “Ahhh! What the fuck–urgggh!”

A sliver of darkness emerged from the gap, thicker than the shadows of the room, a darkness that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. My breath hitched. 12:49 and fifty seconds. I was not the observer of this horror; I was the participant. I realized, with a soul-crushing despair, that every thought I was having right now, every desperate rationalization, every attempt to fight it—it was all part of the loop. I wasn't defying the nightmare. I was fulfilling it. 12:49 and fifty-eight seconds.

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It smelt like shit in here. It was quiet. Too quiet. dust, cobwebs, and graffities on the walls and floors. Four endless walls and a staircase leading to another floor. The walls were encircling me as if I was the victim of an ambush. I then noticed almost forcefully, the empty space where a window would have stood, shattered, sharp remains of glass still lie. The wooden floor was rotten with fungus growing in the corners. I gagged, then heard a shattering noise. I paused, but I was ready to attack. It sounded like it came from upstairs. I walked up the stairs, alarmed by my surroundings, As I lifted my head to defy its insubstantial stare, something caught my eye.