Ink X Nightmare Novels & Stories

He flicks the light on, and I wince at the brightness before he closes the door behind him. Soon after, the muted sound of the steady shower stream hitting the tiles fills the silent void. I close my eyes and focus on the pattering purr of the water moving through old pipes. In a matter of seconds, exhaustion pulls me into a plague of nightmares—detached, groping hands, bullets, so many bullets, and at the centre of it all, a terrified little boy with eyes as black as night.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

With no knowledge of which way to go, I hit something hard and I black out. The next thing I know I wake up screaming in my bed, I shiver uncontrollably as the dried sweat makes my hair stick to my head. The sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, but my heart beat is already slowing because I’m at home safe and secure from any of those monsters out there in the woods. It was just a nightmare. In all the 17 years of my life, that would have to be the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I know I can’t go back to sleep after having a nightmare like that, so I get my phone out and check the time, its 2 in the morning I still have 5 hours until I have to get up. What am I going to do? I figure I

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

Kevin was having another disturbing nightmare, and he kept seeing four distinct images in this order; houses on fire, blackbirds sitting on a tree, a name written on a paper, and a man screaming while he was being tortured. His grip on the bed sheet tightened, and drops of sweat gathered on his forehead. His head turned, eyes remained closed, his chest heaving rapidly. Once again, images of a gigantic cloud of smoke rising from burning houses, Crows pecking an oak, a finely written note with a name on it, and a man screaming in pain floated around his mind. His body was hunched, his breathing hastened and fingers clenched together.

Adalina I awaken abruptly in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat. It was a nightmare, a terrifying vision of Maxim and the horrible things he had done to me. Then, in the twisted realm of my dream, Maxim transforms into Mario, intensifying my fear of what he could do to me. I get out of bed and splash cool water on my face, attempting to calm myself.

“It’s not going to happen.” It took me hours to fall back asleep. Even with his body pushed up against mine. He had an arm draped over my stomach. A leg hooked over mine. But anytime I closed my eyes, I saw her with a gun, pointing it directly at my face. The same nightmare plagued me all night. No matter what Nate tried, he would always have to wake me from my scream infested sleep. But the dream always ended the same way. With Kyra pulling the trigger. Looking at myself in the mirror the following morning. I looked a state. My long dark hair was stuck out everywhere. Big dark circles sat around my eyes.

My bloodline is more important than that. “I just… I went to see Nic,” our gazes clash quickly before her eyes dart to her feet when I give her my Alpha stare. “Whatever, sleep early cause we have an appointment first thing tomorrow morning, don’t spend your time doing rubbish.” I try to sleep and what I’ve been experiencing for the past four nights happen again. Everytime I go to bed, I end up having terrible nightmares and wake up sweaty, feeling numb then I hallucinate before I come back to consciousness.

The one that still manages to chill me to my bones when I think about it. “Try me,” he coaxes. I sigh but still hold him close as the feeling of his fingers tracing circles on my back soothes me. “There’s blood and the scent of freshly cut teakwood and burnt sage… and an overwhelmingly painful feeling in my chest as I cry, looking down at my bloody hands… then… there’s you… staring up at me with lifeless eyes.” I finally admit my nightmare out loud… the one in which I kill Fenriz, the one I have had for years before I even met him.

The bottle of wine drops from his hand, hitting the wooden floor with a blasting alarm that rips right through me, tearing me from the nightmare I was stuck in. I wake to discover my hand is deep within my boxers, clutching my limp dick. I reach across my bed and shut my alarm clock off, silencing the room. It was all a dream, a very scary, hellish dream brought on by my sub concision, manifesting my deepest desire, to fuck my girlfriend because it's now been almost an entire week since we last were intimate and she's all I can think about, then there's Clint, the boy who could be responsible for the attacks, the one who has been under my nose this entire time and it's been playing on my min