Night Terror How To Train Your Dragon Novels & Stories

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

In the dead of night. The fire crackled low on the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the wooden walls of Delta Sevy's room. Outside, the wind howled, but inside, Delta Sevy was trapped in the grip of a dream—a nightmare that seemed too vivid to be anything but real. It was the Troll attack again. He saw the chaos, heard the guttural roars of the Trolls, and felt the pounding of his heart as he fought to save Vesper from the troll's grasp. But this time, his dream focused more on Vesper’s subtle movements.

I expected to feel antsy sleeping next to him, but Thane's steady breathing and the slight rock in the ship guided me into the deepest slumber. At some point during the night, I was shaken awake by a night terror. My heart pounded out of my chest. My eyesight was hazy, and the room was spinning. I felt dizzy with fright. I might have screamed, but I don't remember. The monsters of my dreams were illusive, and I never remembered what they looked like, just that they scared me.

I felt myself slowly drift off to sleep, the last thing I remember seeing being my father’s face smiling back at me. A loud bang echoed through the room and I shot up in bed, my body drenched in sweat and tears streaming down my face. I was having a nightmare, the details fuzzy, but the feelings of terror remaining. Someone was banging repetitively on the door, and I quickly threw on the sports bra and leggings I had set aside for training earlier that day. I looked out the window to see it was dark outside, and realized I had slept the entire day. The knocking persisted, and I walked over to the entryway. I knocked twice on the hardwood to let them know I was decent, and the grinding of the

Timothy's POV: The nightmares started three weeks ago. Dreams where Kael runs through endless forests, hunting for something I refuse to name. Tonight I wake up shifted in my bed, claws shredding thousand-dollar sheets, amber eyes reflecting in the mirror. I stumble to the bathroom and splash cold water on my face. My hands are still partially shifted, claws slowly pulling back into regular fingernails. It takes five minutes before they look normal again. "Get it together," I mutter to my reflection.

the doctor said. "Night terrors?" I asked incredulously. "Yes," the doctor continued, his eyes shifting between Malik and me as if trying to bridge the gap with his gaze. Night terrors are episodes of intense fear, screaming, and flailing while still asleep. They're more common in children but can occur in adults, especially under significant stress or psychological strain." "This is ridiculous," I muttered to myself with a scoff. Malik’s expression shifted; his brows furrowed deeply, carving lines of concern across his forehead. He turned towards me. "But she mentioned seeing visions and feeling like she's destined to kill me. Is that part of the condition?" he asked the doctor.

I begin to pull away from Taran, but his grip tightens, and his chest vibrates with a growl. I freeze, and my heart races. Shaking my head, I try to get the dream out of my head. I move slower to get out of Taran’s arms without waking him but fail. His eyes quickly open, and he looks at me strangely. Could he know what I dreamed? “Good morning,” I say with a smile. Maybe I can play this off as nothing happened. “Morning,” he responds in a groggy voice. Taran moves his arms, and I quickly move off him. After rubbing his face, he asks, “Why do you wake so early? Dragons are nocturnal. We sleep around sunrise and wake in the early evening.”

Not being able to look her in the eyes, I say, “Mom. I thought I had a nightmare last night, but now I don’t know.” I glance up and look into her eyes, seeing what I already knew and feared. The same eyes I saw last night, peering back at me. Suddenly, I feel her cold bony fingers on my chin and I shrink away from her touch. She grabs my arm with her other hand and squeezes tight. I try to fight, but she seems to have inhuman strength. “You aren’t going anywhere. I want you to get ready for bed, you look so tired. Besides, when dad gets home he won’t want to see you like this.” She says with that dreadful voice that chills my very soul.

“Run! Before I kill you.” A deep growl rumbled through him. I knew I should have stayed away. Left to find Lyra maybe. I thought about the state of his bedroom the first time I had spent a night there and it all clicked into place. Thane had night terrors. Pretty bad ones too if this is how they all were. I knew it was stupid but I kicked my legs off the bed. The minute they landed with a thump on the floor, I thought he would wake up. But he didn’t, instead he kept moaning.

he taunted as he began to unzip his pants. The realization that this was about what was about to happen sank into my bones and I shivered in horror. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. I might not be able to stop this but I was sure not going to give up. I looked deep in his eyes and screamed bloody murder. As I screamed I felt a warmth roll over me and a bright light shot everywhere. Nick froze and then blood began to pour from his ears and nose.