Mlp Nightmares Novels & Stories

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.

After that, Marcus stopped trying. Marcus had been convicted of fraud. Nothing violent. He was forty-one, with the tired face of a man who had spent his life avoiding trouble. Prison was supposed to be a brief stop, a lesson. But on his very first night, the nightmares began. From his very first day in prison, Marcus began having nightmares, always the same dream. He dreamed he was walking down a pitch-black alley. The walls were damp, the air thick with the smell of rotting fruit. Far ahead, a single streetlamp flickered, casting a weak yellow circle on the ground. Beneath that light stood a woman in a red dress. Her back was to him. Her hair was long and black, hanging like a curtain. And

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.

Sam wasn't home yet. My breathing was ragged, and beads of sweat ran down my face and my back. "Shit!" I muttered under my breath, as I realized I had just had a nightmare; a bizarre one. I reached for my phone, turning it on to see a message from Sam. He had texted me about forty minutes ago, telling me not to wait up for him. I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding, falling back on the sofa and looking up at the ceiling. What the fuck was going on in my head?

ORSON’S POV Elora Amoh! The name had replayed in my head for years. For so many years. It stuck in my mind like that incident—the beautiful, innocent little Elora who would never hurt a bee. For so long, I had stayed in the shadows, watching her like a hawk, the guilt from years before threatening to tear my heart apart.

“I had a nightmare last night. Andrei told me he didn’t want to take over his father’s pack. He is considering moving here permanently. And that’s not bad news, but I always dreamt of leaving here. I love it... I just hate knowing Mom is close. It’s so stupid, but when I went to sleep, I dreamt of dad. He was screaming about how ungrateful I am, trying to grab me and force me back to that wretched place. I haven’t dreamt of him in so long it scared me awake, and I might have freaked Andrei out. He’s never experienced one of our nightmares. He didn’t know what to do.” Does it ever stop? The dreams of that man. I hope he’s dead. I hope someone broke into the pack, attacked him while he begged

~Ezinne~ The doctor clicked off the small flashlight with a soft snap, its beam fading from my weary eyes. Malik stood quietly by the corner of the room; his arms folded across his chest. Blood samples had been taken from me for further examinations, and it broke my heart that Malik could not even believe me. “What did you see?” Malik’s voice broke the silence, filled with desperate hope as he fixed his gaze on the doctor. The doctor with a clipboard in hand, adjusted his glasses thoughtfully. "Based on the symptoms and the intensity of these nightmares, I believe she might be experiencing what we call 'nocturnal panic attacks' or 'night terrors,'" the doctor said.

As the moon hung high over the forest, the rot began its work, weaving personalized nightmares designed to fracture the pack's unity. In their room, the Beta thrashed against the sheets, his brow furrowed in a cold sweat. He dreamed of a world where Ginny’s heartbeat suddenly went silent, his arms empty as the life he had built vanished into a void. Beside him, Ginny was trapped in a meta-nightmare; she dreamed that her entire reality—her love for Jax, her pregnancy, her home—was nothing but a cruel hallucination planted in her mind by Leela’s overwhelming power, a "fake life" designed to keep her from noticing Leela’s sudden departure.

I whisper, as a stab of guilt washes over me. We both have had it rough since the two of us broke up a few weeks ago when my 18th birthday confirmed we weren't mates. These nightmares started that very night, each changing something different each time, before it was about mum and dad, but those seemed more memories of a horrific past now it’s morphed into this golden-honey wolf I’ve never seen before.

The words sent shivers down my spine and I trembled in the darkness as I lay beneath him. “Evaaaa.” Mia’s voice, mimicking the character WALL-E, snapped me out of my reverie and back to my room. I glanced over at her and saw her giving me a curious look, with one eyebrow raised. “Are you daydreaming again?” she asked softly, her tone filled with concern. Mia was the only person who knew about the intense and vivid nightmares that plagued me.