Little Nightmares Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

Chapter 46 Lucifer jolted upright in bed, his breaths rugged and his chest heaving as the lingering images of his nightmare clawed at his mind. The room was dark, but the striking echoes of screams still rang loudly in his ears. In the dream, he had been standing in a nearly empty room. The floor was painted with crimson red. The stench of death was suffocating, and with each step he took, he feared he was only going deeper into the lion’s den. Bodies lay scattered everywhere, faceless figures he couldn’t identify. And then, there she was—his mother

His laughter rings as he raises a paw, his claws glistening under the moonlight. “Dad, no!” I scream, waiting for the strike with my eyes shut— Forcefully, I jerk upright, drenched in sweat, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I gasp for air. It takes a moment to realize it’s a dream. I’m on my bed in the dim hotel room mother moved us to at the Shadow Pelt Pack for safety. I glance down at my trembling hands, trying to steady myself. The nightmare always ends the same, leaving me haunted by the events that tore my family apart.

I felt disappointed with myself. After the bindings being lifted I thought I’d feel free and empowered. But it was short lived and I just felt sad and exhausted. Brett had barely left my side and if he needed to, my parents, Jeremy, Louis or Lugh watched me. The nightmares came mainly at night where I was trying to reach Thomas down a corridor covered in smoke and flames but I could never get to him in time. I would then wake up sweating and gasping for breathe. I would then be hushed back to sleep or if Brett, cuddled. Brett walked in on Lugh cuddling me once and hit the roof. Lugh disappeared right in front of me, a trick he only seems to use when in life or death situations.

That night, Lily found herself plagued by a terrifying nightmare. In her dream, she saw herself running alongside a lake, experiencing unimaginable pain as she cried and bled from underneath. She woke up with a start, her body drenched in sweat, and gripped her blanket tightly. Her heart pounding, she held her chest and sat up, whispering, "What kind of nightmare was that?"

As I look up to observe the room, I feel a pinch on my back I turn and it's Greta injecting me that is the last thing I see before I pass out. “Don't be ridiculous J, she's our only option” “Mom, I love her” “What does that have to do with saving the world?” “It's not fair” I can hear J and Greta arguing in my sleep I'm not fully conscious and I'm struggling to get awake. “What's not fair?” I murmur out. Both of them keep quite at once they notice I'm drowsy but awake. I try to open my eyes but it feels impossible so I go back to sleep. My mind keeps running around and I keep having nightmares of getting butchered

Just like I had predicted, she had a big smile on her face at the news, "Oh, I thought I would have to do more than lunch to lure you out! Thank you so much, girl! I promise, I'll make sure you don't get too bored." I nodded. "You better. I can already imagine my misery and we are not even there yet." We both laughed, but my laugh was as fake as they could come. The only thing I was consoling myself with was the fact that at least, I would not have to worry about the nightmares tonight. They had returned. I could barely sleep without dreaming of being choked, abused, brutally hit in the sand spot over and over until I could hear my own bones snap. I gurgled my own blood in my sleep, and woul

Then Liam towered above, eyes aflame, his hand swinging down to shatter my jaw. I jolted awake, drenched in sweat, my heart thundering like a storm. The room was murky, the torch's light leaping erratically. I lay there, panting, the nightmare's grip still embedded deep—my children's wails, Liam's fury. I couldn't shake it off, each labored breath a torment. A soft rap at the door startled me, my pulse skyrocketing. What the hell was this, right in the dead of night?

 Chapter 23 { D E A N } Last night, I slept. For the first time in a long time, I slept. I slept peacefully with nothing haunting my dreams. I didn't have that same nightmare, I didn't see the same heartwrenching incident replay over and over in my mind, like I was the one dying. I didn't wake up shaking and sweating. I didn't have to deprive myself of sleep because of the fear of the nightmares. I didn't have to.

Her mystery men had deserted her for some days now. Sleep, which was her way of escaping the troubles of the day, turned into, well… a nightmare. Nightmares she couldn’t remember but always made her wake up in the middle of the night. Drenched with sweat, with her eyes wide and her chest heaving like she had run a thousand miles,. Then she’d stay awake till dawn, work her bones till nightfall, go to bed, and wake up again from the terrifying nightmare. It was a torturous routine. “Stay awake. Stay awake. You can’t fall asleep here. If you break Mrs. Richardson’s vase, it’s not going to end well.” Layla mumbled under her breath, pinching her cheek. A small yawn escaped her lips, and she groan

It seemed almost excessively lavish, too pristine, as if entering a realm where the disorder of my history could not touch me. Yet beneath the surface, I understood more. My history had not finished with me yet. Every night, as I nestled under the fresh sheets, I anticipated the nightmares to arrive, and they did. Zack's laughter lingered in my dreams, his voice curving into the shadowy areas of my mind, reminding me that liberty was delicate. That tranquility was a misconception. On the third night, I awakened with a scream. The covers twisted around my legs, my breathing heavy. My nightdress was drenched in sweat, and fear squeezed my throat tightly like a vice.