Lucid Nightmare Novels & Stories

He bought every single flower from the florist and sent them to me. Behind him was Melissa Rivers, and she looked whiter than the clouds above. "Mrs. Lawson, I've heard the story. I know you're mad, and Mr. Lawson wants me to apologize. Please don't kick me out. I need this job!" She was holding my hand, pleading for forgiveness. I flung her arm away. I looked at the flowers and turned around to gulp down my pills. "I'm allergic to lilies, Samuel." Samuel's face fell before slapping Melissa. "You had one job!"

The Dhark mansion kitchen was dark except for the warm stove light glowing softly over marble counters. I stood near the kettle while rain tapped gently against the enormous windows outside. It was nearly two in the morning. Lucian hadn’t been able to sleep again. Back then, I still didn’t fully understand how often nightmares plagued him. Or that they even plagued him at all. I only knew he wandered the mansion at night like someone being haunted by a ghost. “You’re awake again,” I murmured softly while pouring tea. Lucian leaned against the kitchen doorway silently, shirtless, dark hair slightly messy.

"You can stay with us as long as you want... as a thank you, and I should give you a salary." "That's very kind of you but I will be leaving soon." "Did you remember where to go?" Lucian wasn't sure. His memories were a mess and he had been having the worst nightmares lately but there was one thing he knew, one face that haunted his dreams. Pierre. Every night Pierre would come into his dreams and kill him over and over again and Lucian would relive the same agonizing pain. He would wake up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat, his heart beating painfully inside his chest. He would have difficulty breathing as if he was drowning or being choked. How could a dream feel so real that he

A dull, persistent ache pulsed in her head, and as she shifted, an unusual soreness in her limbs reminded her that this wasn't her bed, nor was it the morning she'd planned. Her heart quickened, a sudden wave of disorientation washing over her. As she opened her eyes, a dim, elegant room slowly came into focus-a room she'd never seen before. She pushed herself up slowly, clutching the sheets to her chest as the fragmented events of last night drifted back to her in flashes.

Chapter 6 NIGHTMARE It was already evening when Lucious arrived at his floor after he was done with his work for the day. He walked into his gloomy apartment, heading straight to his room as usual when he suddenly stopped. His nose picked up a foreign scent. He scrunched his eyebrows, as he kept walking, his instinct leading him to one of the rooms in the floor. Lucious unlocked the door, pushing it gently as his eyes landed on someone curled up on the floor in the middle of the room. It was the rogue girl.

“Do I need to remind you why I’m the only one you want?” “You are the only one I want, and it was far from a sex dream.” I heft back onto the pillows, body still tired but mind whirling. “It was like he was trying to show me something, but I have no idea what I was supposed to be seeing.” I close my eyes and shake my head. “It was basically just a replay of me almost burning to death.” Lucas spoons his large body around mine. “Sounds like a nightmare.” It does, but I’m not sure how to explain it to him that it wasn’t. I could just feel that it wasn’t.

LUCIEN I am startled awake out of bed, sitting down and trying to calm my heartbeat in my chest. I look around the pitch-dark room before my easy fall to the bedside alarm clock. I sigh as I realise it is a few minutes past 2 am. I had fallen asleep only to be awakened by this nightmare. It had been years since I had had one. I had managed to keep away all of the triggers that caused them, but now that I had to talk to Nirelle about it, all of the memories I had thought I had overcome came flooding back.

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

He closed his eyes and willed himself to fall asleep. In the depths of the night, Luciano is ensnared in the clutches of a relentless nightmare, one that transports him back to one of the darkest nights of his life. The night he lost the only people he called parents. Luciano stood helpless watching the scene play out in slow motion. The screech of tires echoed through the darkness as a speeding car careened out of control and hurtled towards the vehicle that carried his mom, dad, and the little baby who only just came into the world a few months before with a terrifying force. Luciano screamed in terror but his voice couldn’t be heard over the roaring impact as metals met metals in a deafen

EVE The nightmares started two weeks after I woke up. Not every night. Just often enough to disrupt everything. I'd dream of children dying while I stood frozen, unable to help. Or I'd dream of Circe dissolving into light, screaming my name. Or worst of all, I'd dream of Lucia lying in that medical bed, empty eyed and hollow, while I felt nothing. "You're having another one," Adam said the fourth time I woke up gasping. "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."