Nightmare Book Novels & Stories

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: Friday night was consumed with nightmares and at 4am I decided to give up trying to sleep. I leaned over to my nightstand and pulled out a book and a reading light. Might as well take this time to get something useful done rather than scroll away on I*******m again. It had been a bit but I was finally reading to finish the last book in this fantasy romance series I loved. I hadn’t wanted the story to end so I had put off reading the last book. I loved the romance between the two main characters, a bad-guy fae who turned out to be the good guy all along, and a human girl who finds herself thrown into a world of magic. I just loved their relationship, and the whole concept

It was not much, but it was what she needed. Jess knew that she couldn’t sleep, she needed to be vigilant, so she rather read the book, trying to make some logic out of the craziest few weeks she had ever had too experience. The more Jess read, the more live seemed like a joke, how could mates and werewolf really exist? How could mind-links, super speed, heightened hearing, and super healing exist? The more she read the more she started to think that somewhere along the line she had died and was now stuck in the weirdest hell ever, or maybe she was in coma and hadn’t woken up yet? These reasons made more sense than what the book was telling her. Jess had wanted to just forget what the book s

I am shaking my head at her before she can even finish her thoughts. "No, Miss O'Neal, we have talked about this already. I can't do that to him. His mental state probably wouldn't even let him cope with the guilt he would have. Besides, it's not like he would listen to me anyways. Remember when I tried to find out about his club being involved in drugs again?" Last year the Nightmare Warriors went through some pretty horrendous shit. They were set up by a business mogul named Nicholas Cole and almost killed. I had called Max to make sure he was safe and he basically hung up on me.

I ran my fingertips across the raised gold lettering and brown leather of the ancient book. At that moment, I realized this was my only connection to my people, the Arctic wolves. Looking at the Grimoire, I wondered if any other Arctic wolves from my pack had survived. After we stopped Nightshade, I intended to find out. But that was for a later time. If anyone did survive, then he or she could find me. But right now, we had to stop Nightshade. "Thanks, Bailey," I said, sighing in relief. "If you don't mind me asking, where did you get it?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern.

Mommy used to tell me that Nightmare is an evil spirit formerly thought to oppress people while they were sleeping. It causes people to experience bad things in their dreams. Yuan used to get annoyed whenever I cry and wet the bed because I had a bad dream. Mom and Dad will come to me and let me sleep in their room.

he said, drawing out his sword. My heart raced as I looked into my uncle's eyes, sensing the seriousness of his threat. The cold steel of the sword glinted in the dim light. I was extremely scared. I couldn't die like that; I had to protect my child and accomplish many things. I struggled against my chains, feeling desperate. I screamed, waking up in a panic with sweat all over me. I felt relieved that it was only a nightmare, but the fear stayed with me. I looked around the room, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare when suddenly, Alpha Kessler burst into my room. He enveloped me in a comforting hug, gently soothing my back.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

What could possibly go wrong? I closed my eyes and tried to rest but my brain wouldn't shut off. Just kept circling through the same information over and over, trying to make connections that weren't there yet. Eventually I gave up and grabbed a book from the shelf. Some thriller that Rosa had probably left there thinking I'd want something to read. I got maybe three pages in before my eyes started to hurt from being tired and I put it down again. This was going to be a long day. And an even longer night, based on how the last few had gone. The nightmares were getting worse. Every time I closed my eyes I was back in that bedroom with Rafael bleeding on top of me, seven shots echoing in my he

However, she remained silent. Ethan seemed to lose interest and let go of Tiffany, starting to prowl around the small room. Finally, his eyes landed on the journal by the bed that I had treasured above all else. His eyes lit up. "Well, what's this?" It was the notebook where I recorded the memory fragments that flashed through my mind. Those scattered words, blurry faces, and fragmented scenes were my only tool for finding out who I was and where I came from. Alarm bells went off in my head as I lunged forward. "Give it back!"

No one except the man. The lights flickered. Static buzzed in the bulbs. Electricity crackled. The carriage was plunged into darkness, just a split second of impenetrable black that filled my mouth, my nose, my ears, like thick, dank water, choking me, drowning me. When the lights exploded back into life, I saw it. A sheen of silvery skin on the man's cheek, harsh white reflecting off scarred flesh. It was a brief flicker of a bad dream. A touch of a nightmare; there and then gone again so quickly that I had to blink away the haze, but I knew I'd seen it, I'd seen him .