Little Nightmares Fanfic Novels & Stories

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.

Love and fear coexisted, stronger than death’s decree, a fight that must continue, whether by choice or fate. Meanwhile… Lila jolted awake, her scream shattering the night’s stillness. Sweat-drenched sheets twisted around her legs as she kicked them free, gasping for air in the pitch-black room, save for the faint crimson glow seeping from the nightstand drawer. Repairs had been made to keep it shut—a defense against the nightmares it held. The visions felt too real, as past and future collided into a single nightmarish timeline that unraveled her reality.

The very core of me feeling emptier as the seconds go by. I remember that feeling, the soul sucking emptiness that surfaces my own memory. A memory of laying under Damian as he fed from me. I wake with a jolt, sitting up in the bed to find the room drenched in complete darkness, Lora is fussing in the crib so I collect her only to lay back on the pillows. I feed her as I think over the nightmare I had just surfaced from. There, Lil! Abyss shouts. Look at your daughters neck, she demands.

Still, I barely even paused before I turned to the Nightmare eyes, not even bothering to close my eyes as I surrounded them with my illusions. They would turn pure black when I used my abilities, so I closed my eyes so as not to scare anyone. I didn’t care about scaring whoever was watching us with those damned eyes. Actually, I can think of a lot worse things that I want to do to them. Instead, I watched as the Nightmare Eyes got overwhelmed by my illusions and smashed into each other. I didn’t bother to turn around the face the four of them, knowing I wouldn’t actually be able to leave once I saw Aiden.

“Tell me about the nightmares.” I exhale, leaning back in the chair. I don’t like that I have to retell them, but I need the help. “They always start off… nice. A memory of me and Luca. Something happy. But then they shift. They always end the same way—with him dying. With me losing him.” She leans forward slightly. “That must be exhausting.” She has no idea. “It is,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “Do you think being back in the country is triggering them?”

I mind linked Zane. ‘Can I come with you to London? Please.’ Seconds later he answered. ‘No! Go to sleep.’ And no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t link with him again. He cut me off. I screamed into my pillows. Eventually I fell asleep only to wake from a horrible nightmare. I dreamt Nico was with another girl and he’d forgotten about me. I pleaded with him to come back to me, but he laughed in my face. I woke up feeling sick to my stomach and threw up in the bathroom.

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

Killian said, but I had already dozed off and fell asleep in his arms. The next day, the nightmares became even more intense. My mate was having sex with not just three, but four women in front of me. I was so damn scared and petrified because it made my body weak. How cruel Lycan Steven is! I hate him so much! Killian was the one who accompanied me every single night through my nightmares. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I created a death note inside a box, accompanied by a sketch of my dreams, and sent the box to the Lycan royalty's mansion.

I asked, squinting my eyes trying to get a glimpse of the stranger. “Oh please I know more than your name bunny, I know everything about you” he said taking two more steps. “So you are a stalker then, how long have you been stalking me?” I panicked as I took more steps back. “I’m not a stalker bunny, I’m your nightmare” the voice said and just like the wind he disappeared into the shadows like he was never there, my heart sank into my stomach as his last words echoed in my head. I’m your nightmare.

scandalized and horrified—I found it amusing. I smirked and leaned in, my voice low. “You don’t remember our wild night?” All the blood drained from her face.. The next second she screamed, flung herself out of the bed, and bolted for the door. I didn’t even try to stop her. I found myself chuckling and stopped myself immediately. That did not just happen. My mind drifted to how she was moments ago. Does she have nightmares too? I sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through my hair. I understood her completely, as nightmares have wrecked me to the point I couldn’t sleep anymore. It looked like she had it worse.