Monix Little Nightmares Novels & Stories

His always the monsters who blend with people the most and Luciano is a dangerous monster. “It’s going to be fine. It’s only a matter of time.” Nick said. Leaning to place a kiss on my forehead. “Hey! What’s with the sour mood? Movie date?” Nick said, wiggling his brows. I giggled. “Hell yeah!” I said and I watch him walk out to my sitting room to set the movie up. I followed, ensuring and assuring myself that I need to enjoy myself for now. Because the nightmares will return again at night.

Their absence leaves a quietness behind, but the triplets seem determined to fill it with their endless antics. Tonight is no different. “Mummy!” Lily’s voice pierces the silence of my room, followed closely by Zane and Eli’s muffled giggles. I don’t need to see them to know mischief lingers in their eyes. I sigh, setting my book down. “What is it now?” Lily bursts in with her brothers, looking adorably pitiful as she rubs her eyes. “We had nightmares.” “You all had nightmares?” I arch a brow, unconvinced.

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.”

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

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.

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.

I decide to run but she's screaming in a high-pitched blood-curdling octave, "HELP ME PLEASE!" Unable to leave her, I take out my handgun and snatch the covers off of them. Instantly, I'm frozen in horror! Monique is a bloody pulp of flesh and there's some huge, skinless, rabbit-looking demon devouring her! I'm now screaming for my life, then I wake up! Thank God it was only a nightmare! I'm drenched in sweat. My hair is soaked as if I had taken a shower.