Lucid Nightmare Novels & Stories

Her Green eyes danced with mischief. Taking in a deep breath, I managed to squeeze on a smile. “The third thing is no physical contact. You are not allowed—“ “Isn’t that the same thing as the first? And what makes you think I will make the first move?” She snarled, her nose flattened. “For damn sake, Elora, will you just listen?” I said between clenched teeth and heard her laugh dryly. “Sorry, do I know you?” She questioned, her words throwing me off balance.

“Just… a nightmare.” I pressed a palm to my chest. My heart was still racing like a stampede through my ribs. Another knock followed, softer this time. “My Queen?” came Adela’s voice. “May I come in?” I exhaled and dragged myself out of bed. “Yes, come in.” Adela stepped in cautiously, worried on her face. “You sounded… frightened. Is it about Lucian?” I nodded, unable to meet her gaze. “A nightmare. I saw him… but he wasn’t himself. There was darkness surrounding him. Something… wrong.”

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.

From the freezing night, as lighting and thunder raged with fury as if showing the overwhelming sadness of the unconscious man lying on the soft mattress in a cold dark room, it turned to scorching day as the sun climbed towards its zenith. Ray of sunshine fell over Lucian's sleeping frame, warmth surged through his slight cold body, making the man groan a little in ecstasy.He stirred in his sleep before turning to the other side only for his neck to come in contact with the fabric, arising the itchiness on his neck.His eyes shot open at the realisation.He slowly got up and looked around his room, hoping for it to be a dream but Lucian was met with disappointment only after noticing the bloo

Instant silence. "EVERYONE SHUT UP!" My Alpha voice filled the room with raw power. "Yes, we're in trouble. Big trouble. But screaming won't solve anything. Tomorrow morning, we figure out who's responsible and how to fix it. Until then, everyone stays calm." The silence felt fragile, like thin ice over a frozen lake. Every face showed the same thing—desperate hope mixed with complete doubt. Lucas's voice cut through the quiet: "Twenty-four hours, Andre. After that, we choose someone else."

She asked. "Yah, true! Where is she?" Lilian became sober, clenching her jacket around her waist. "We – We couldn't find her. I think –" I swallowed the lump in my throat. "She –She had a nightmare, she woke up terrifically –then–she asked for water, that – was – Gosh! I shouldn't have –" I was trying to explain to them, but I ended up stuttering, speaking gibberish. "Clam down! This isn't the time to regret anything, let –let's just look for her." Lilian concluded, and they supported, nook and cranny while calling her name. ~~~

David pronounced. Katie used her powers to check who could be the officer who was informed by the police. After ten minutes Katie said, “He is not here. We shall come in the morning.” Marcus and David nodded. They then left from there. ~~~~~ In the morning, Lucian’s sleep broke and he found Alieana was snuggled to him. A smile formed on his lips. “I got a good sleep without any nightmares for the first time,” Lucian murmured. Yes, Lucian used to get nightmares every night. After losing Fiona, nightmares were common for him. In those nightmares, he used to see only one thing- how Fiona died in his arms. But today it was different.

[Lucy suddenly wakes up from her nightmare and looks at her heels from the corner of her eyes] Lucy: that was a very bad dream

the darkness parted and Arabella stepped through leaving behind the scent of vanilla and roses. Lucians dreams caused him to call out. “Bella … Bella, where are you?” Morning found Lucian lying on his back on the wooden floor snoring loudly at the ceiling. A groan left his lips as he rolled to his side. Curses poured out as he sat up and held his head. For just a minute his dreams swarmed around him like a child’s merry-go-round, then they were gone. A thousand jack hammers pounded in his head making him nauseous. Swallowing hard, he tried to capture the dreams as they turned to smoke. The harder he tried to remember the harder his head hurt.

AFTER Lily I wake up at six AM. Groggy and damp with sweat. I had another nightmare featuring Luc. We were arguing on a shore, foamy waves lapping at our ankles. Strong winds hoisted us up in the air, somehow when we were flung at the middle of the ocean Luc could swim perfectly, floating weightlessly on the dark, angry waters. But I was sinking fast like a heavy boulder. My mouth like an open cave, calling out for Luc, water infiltrated my lungs and the wiry hands of the ocean pulled me into its belly.