Nightmare Book Novels & Stories

“Do I need to explain how not everything you read is true?” “It was an old textbook, not a mythical creatures website some sweaty fat dude runs out of his mother’s basement.” “Nice visual.” “I try to keep it real.” “You don’t want to go back to Thorne Hill yet?” Lucas asks. “Oh, I do. I miss it, but I don’t want to cause any trouble. Well, any more trouble.” I want to look through my Book of Shadow, which I left hidden in a magically locked box in my bedroom. It belonged to another witch before her death, and Tabatha gave it to me since I didn’t come from a long line of witches who had books to pass down generation to generation.

Mercedes kept turning in her sleep and she was sweating. She was having a very vivid nightmare. What she saw was unsettling. A vicious wolf attacked her parents and two men in black. The blood that splattered covered the walls and their pleas for mercy were deafening. The nightmare she was having felt like it was something that had already happened. Mercedes woke up breathing heavily. She touched her forehead and wiped the sweat off it. Her heart was pounding wildly, and she looked towards the window. It was dawn already.

They were different looking from the demon dogs, but still just as dangerous and their pheromones could send even the strongest foggy in the brain. A snort and neigh sounded on the other side of us. I turn to face the Nightmares, seeing their red eyes, and the tip of the horn glint under the moonlight. The Nightmare horse snorts again, and a billow of black smoke pours from its nostrils. “Pets!” Seneca screeches, not at all worried like Mathias and me.

___________________________________________________________________________ Nightmare /ˈnʌɪtmɛː/ noun 1. a frightening or unpleasant dream. "I had nightmares after watching the horror movie" a very unpleasant or frightening experience or prospect. "the nightmare of racial hatred" ___________________________________________________________________________ 17 / 08 / 2021 1 : 00am

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.

As the first light of dawn painted the sky, Drew and Jette faced the uncertain day ahead—a day that held the promise of unraveling the mysteries that lingered in the shadows of dreams and the echoes of a past that seemed to resurface in the most unexpected ways. The dawn broke with hues of soft pinks and golds, casting a gentle glow upon the apartment as Jette and Drew sat on the edge of their bed, grappling with the residual unease from the night's disturbance. The old journal, a silent witness to the unfolding events, lay between them like a bridge between reality and the inexplicable. "Drew," Jette began, her voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and determination, "the book from my

The Birthday Girl May 29, 2009 Lucille Nora was fucking Boo and she was laughing maniacally. I ran toward them and saw that Boo’s chest was open, his heart missing and when I looked at Nora, her face was covered in blood. “You’re next, bitch!” I woke up from my nightmare and wiped the sweat covering my forehead. Fuck. It seemed so real. I sighed and lay back down. Jasper stirred in his sleep and his heavy arm went over my stomach. He woke up when I pushed it off me too hard.

Chapter Seventy-One: A Nightmare Awakens Phera POV: I jolted awake, my body screaming in pain. Every nerve felt like it was on fire, my heart racing from the remnants of the nightmare that had gripped me. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a lamp casting long shadows on the walls. I tried to move, but my muscles protested with every slight shift.

That is the strangest thing I have ever thought in my life. That familiar itch starts to spread across my neck, down my chest to my stomach. It itches so bad, I pull up my shirt and when I do, I scream out into the empty dark room that is lit only by the moonlight and a single nightlight over by the entrance. Daring to look down again, I see that where I had just scratched, is a gaping wound and there is a maggot crawling out of it. I hear a noise from behind me and when I turn on my heels, I watch as the same man from before stands about a foot taller than I am and is staring right into my eyes. He opens his mouth and states, “You have finally awakened. Good.”

Luna's POV I woke up breathless, my heart thudding in my chest like it wanted to escape. It was the same nightmare over and over again—flashes of blood, the sound of a woman screaming, and a fire I couldn’t put out no matter how hard I tried. My skin felt sticky from all the sweat, and my bedsheets tangled around my legs like vines. For a moment, I just sat there in the dark, trying to shake off the image of Elder Nyra’s face. Her voice echoed in my head, soft yet with a hint of sadness.