Lucid Nightmare Novels & Stories

“It’s kind of cute, seeing the nightmare of this school acting like such a puppy.” He pouted. “How did that name even stick to me? I wasn’t even that bad.” “Please.” I rolled my eyes. “I only came to this school a semester ago—how would I know? But according to Eli, you broke a lot of hearts. And, sadly, girls always fall for the bad ones.” I raised my fingers in air quotes. “Not all nightmares are bad, Cross. They called you the nightmare they wouldn’t want to wake up from. Though, honestly, I thought otherwise when I first met you.” I giggled.

Maybe it's because I'm the second half personality of Lucifer Nightwalker von Nightmare. Unlike Nightwalker, there are times I'd like to be alone. When I'm alone, I tend to have some meaningless thoughts flowing inside my head. Like, 'who am I?' Lucifer Nightmare, the second half personality of Lucifer Nightwalker von Nightmare, the son of Lucione Nightwalker von Nightmare and EveTwo P. N. Transcend, the brother of Restia Nightwalker von Nightmare, the master of Ruby, et cetera.

Lilith opened her eyes slightly and found Lucas looking back at her. There were no words or explanations. But this time, Lilith didn’t pull her hand away. She simply let it stay there. And a few moments later, for the first time in a very long time, Lilith fell asleep without any nightmares disturbing her peace.

After three back-to-back nights of working until 3:00 am, I dropped dead. Honestly, I thought it was a relief and that my 23 years of corporate misery had finally come to a blissful end. But when I opened my eyes, I found myself transmigrated into a horror game. Right now, I was sitting in a classroom. A hanging ghost dangled from the blackboard, and its long tongue was dragging across the floor. A jumper ghost was doing a handstand on the desk with its eyeballs stretched six feet out of their sockets.

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”

He just couldn’t address her because of how close Lily was to him. “The auras I feel are those of 19 people. Of the 19, 5 are High Level Pseudo Nightmares, 5 more are Peak Level Pseudo Nightmares, and 5 are Nightmares. 2 of the 5 Nightmares are at the Low Level, one is at the Mid-Level, and another is at the High Level. The last person is at the peak of the Nightmare Realm”

DANIELLE'S P.O.V I stirred from my slumber, my eyes blinking open reluctantly. The room was bathed in the soft glow of dawn and a lingering sense of unease clung to me. As consciousness found its way back to me, I felt the sting in my eyes which were heavy from a restless night. My eyes stung as I tried to focus on the familiar surroundings. A few remnants of the nightmares that had plagued my sleep replayed in my mind, their vivid images taunting me.

The nightmare always ends the same way. Lila on her knees in the mud. Rain plastering her hair to her skull, dripping down her face indistinguishable from tears. The silver cord inside her chest ripping apart fiber by fiber, a sensation like being flayed from the inside out while still breathing. Lucian's voice, flat as a blade: *"I, Lucian Blackwood, Alpha-heir of the Mooncrest Pack, hereby reject you, Lila Winstone, as my fated mate. You are released from the bond. You are released from the pack. You are released from my protection."*

“I don’t get it. She’s just a disabled Alpha werewolf. Not even a good match. Yet Alpha treats her like some treasure. He even schemed to get her sister back so he could get her a liver transplant. And now that she’s well, she’s back to playing the dying act again. How can someone so careless with her life be expected to take on the role of Luna for the pack?” “If you ask me, Alpha is blind—he brought this on himself. The one who truly suffers is the real Luna lying in that bed. They’ve squeezed her dry. Now that the sister’s healthy, she’s back to stealing Alpha. And Luna… she’s still so naïve, not even fighting back.” I curled up under the covers, nervously biting my fingernails. My once-b

No one except the man. The lights flickered. Static buzzed in the bulbs. Electricity crackled. The carriage was plunged into darkness, just a split second of impenetrable black that filled my mouth, my nose, my ears, like thick, dank water, choking me, drowning me. When the lights exploded back into life, I saw it. A sheen of silvery skin on the man's cheek, harsh white reflecting off scarred flesh. It was a brief flicker of a bad dream. A touch of a nightmare; there and then gone again so quickly that I had to blink away the haze, but I knew I'd seen it, I'd seen him .