Lucid Nightmare Novels & Stories

—Thursday, three in the afternoon. I had difficulty sleeping last night. I slept maybe five hours a best and then it was plagued with nightmares. They were a confusing mash of elements. The beastly creature, the attack, mental institutions, a monster transformation I think, the creature finding me again, and me being caged in a straight jacket. As expected, morale was low upon waking this morning but I was determined to continue my day and to fight this.

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.

Your sister is next! Your, Nightmare There was a roaring wolf stamp and the end of the letter. I wonder how they know that I'm alive. First of all, I don't even know who 'they' are. After brainstorming I concluded. I think I know who they are. They surely did not name themselves but they did leave a small sign. The roaring wolf confirms it.

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

Then he nodded once, tight and sharp, and walked away to study maps of the borders again. I cried that night without making a sound. Then the nightmares started. Lucian would wake up panting. Sweating. Shaking. Sometimes screaming. Sometimes clawing at the wall. Sometimes begging something I couldn’t see to “stay away from her” or “leave my son alone”. The worst was when his wolf snapped at me. I had walked close to him. Just to touch his hand. Just to remind him that he wasn’t alone. But his wolf eyes flashed open, burning yellow, and his claws swiped at the air right in front of my face. A single inch more and he would have torn my cheek.

No more. I don't want to live through this. I hope God accepts at least just this one plea. Because God has answered none of the prayers, I have made. the night is here again, and I close my eyes. When sleep takes over. And the nightmares start in between the nightmares. I hear a voice calling for me desperately. A weak voice calling for me. “Luciano... Luciano, please wake up.” I open my eyes, and I am directly looking at the window on the other side of the dungeon. And there is a full moon looking at me. I smile finally.

All at once. The emotions appeared so quickly that Elara failed to notice them. Instead, she lowered her gaze toward her hands. "What does that mean?" Lucian asked immediately. Elara hesitated. She looked uncomfortable, almost nervous. Finally, she gathered her courage and spoke in a low voice. "I've been having nightmares." The words instantly made Lucian stiffen. "What kind of nightmares?" He knew most of her nightmares. But he never questioned her about them except the first time. Elara swallowed hard. The images had haunted her for weeks now, lingering in her mind even after she woke up. Every time she tried to forget them, they returned stronger than before.

She giggled at the end. “I got into your head so I could fully see your dreams and explain them better to you. You have been having these awful nightmares because you are yet to accept who you are. You have chosen to hurt yourself believing that your father's death was caused by you. That is NOT true. You are blessed with a gift directly given to you by the Moon goddess. It is a gift that will enable you to control the forces of nature, a blessing so volatile that it could be a deadly curse. Take the scepter, it is yours!!”. The last words rang repeatedly in my head, echoing till I blacked out.