Monix Little Nightmares Novels & Stories

Madeline smiles at them, “Thanks for the gifts.” Madeline finally heads out of the restaurant, waving a cheery goodbye to the manager. She pauses outside, takes a deep breath of the fresh night air, admires the stars, and skips home happily. She's halfway home when she notices the moon, full and shaped like a big white saucer. She feels utterly strange when she stands under the moonlight like she should yell at the full moon with all her voice's strength. A blinding light suddenly flashes before her eyes and she cries out in pain and confusion, dropping onto her knees and feeling like her body is no longer hers, as if something or someone within her wants out at last.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the remnants of the nightmare clinging to her like a suffocating fog. The room was bathed in an ethereal light as Luna realized it was all just a dream, a twisted creation of her fearful imagination. Yet, the remnants of the nightmare lingered, leaving her trembling with the weight of a reality she couldn't fully comprehend. As Luna sat there, breathless and tormented, trying to process the horror that had unfolded in her subconscious mind, she couldn't escape the pervasive feeling that there was more to her nightmares than meets the eye. The secrets of her past, the tragic fate of her mother, clung to her like a shroud of mystery, leaving her yearning for ans

she whispered, taking Damon hands in her own. "I know, I like him. Its Moni I'm worried about" Damon said, pulling his mate in and wrapping his arms around her. "She has spent so long pushing down her feelings, I'm worried she won't be able to let herself be loved. She throws a joke at every situation, always trying to keep everything light and upbeat. She thinks I don't know, but the nightmares she used to have as a child, the nightmares she still has now..." he shuddered, remembering her anguish-filled screams.

I scream that they may have tattooed me, but I’m not one of them and I don’t want to go on anymore stupid missions. It works better than I hoped. Carden doesn’t stop by for days on end leaving me with my nightmares. They become stronger with each passing day. I wake up breathless. I wake up crying. I wake up with my fists clenched to the point of having bloody nail marks dug into my palms. I wake up with a scream. And then I don’t wake up at all.

I covered him up and climbed into my bed, cutting the lamp off as I reached the top end. It wasn’t long before the nightmares started rolling in. Starting with mom, then dad, Larry, now Lola, and Tommy. All the people I loved, gone. Their deaths, or announcements replaying over and over until everything went black. “It’s our fault everyone is dead. Your father, Larry, Lola, Tommy.” It was Frankie’s voice breaking the silence. “You’re going to end up all alone because of us. Because you fell in love with two monsters, two brothers.”

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

He woke up drenched in sweat, clutching his blanket as if it were a weapon. Mia avoided mirrors entirely, terrified of what she might see. The vivid images of clawed beasts and shadowy landscapes haunted her dreams, leaving her tired and irritable during the day. Ryan tried to brush it off, telling himself it was just nightmares. But deep down, he felt it too—the sense that they had faced something unimaginable and lived to tell the tale. The nightmares grew worse as time went on. Each of them saw the same things: a dark realm filled with monstrous creatures, battles fought with desperate courage, and the feeling of being hunted.

~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.

NIGHTMARES. A very bad or frightening dream. Anna was starting to lose count of the number of nightmares she’s been having since Josh’s death but whenever she woke up with one, clearing her head with a jog had been working well on her. She lets out a sigh as she turns sideways to stare at the mini alarm clock she had next to her bed. The time read 6:00 am and she hated the fact that she had to be awake at this early hour of the day.