Nightmare Book Novels & Stories

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I ran my fingers over the embossed title: Nightstalkers; Hunting the Creatures of the Night. As I opened the book, I felt a shiver run down my spine. The pages were old and worn, their corners curling up from years of use. The illustrations within were both beautiful and terrifying, depicting hunters fighting against the creatures I had come to learn about; werewolves, vampires, and other beasts of the night. As I read through the book, I felt my heart racing with excitement and fear. I learned about the different types of hunters and their techniques for tracking and killing these dangerous creatures. Fear overtook me as I thought of Dorian, fighting ag

His head resting along my shoulder. I knew I needed to get home. Knew my mother would be worried. But I was too tired to object to him sleeping. Nothing beyond this moment seemed real. For all I know he may be able to rewind time. Or wipe their memories of any trace of himself. Without further thought, darkness swallowed me, and I gave in to slumber. *** The nightmare I had was one of the most horrifying, I’d ever experienced. I was in the WitchFall dungeon. Surrounded by women who hung from the chains and ropes and on the racks. Their faces contorted in silent anguished screams.

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

Aurelia suggested as I nodded and changed into a more comfy outfit and laid under my duvet, hoping to recharge before evening when Alpha Blake would come for me. As I drifted away into the sleep, the thought of the mysterious book was at the back of my mind and it lingered still. I suddenly woke up drenched in sweat with a racing heart. I had had a dream again which was so real and vivid, it felt like my life. I saw Nora again, whispering to the hooded figure and this time around they were in a room, with the moon casting eerie shadows at them through the window in the empty room. Nora stood with the book, scribbling into it which the figure also read and smiled then handed Nora another smal

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Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

I looked at the books on the desk, and I could see that the book I was reading about Nala was wide open; there was a picture of the same pool I had fallen in. "Come find me." Her voice echoed in my head, and I groaned as I rubbed my temples. "What were you dreaming about?" Evander asked as he switched on the light. "That's creepy," I croaked as I saw him sitting next to me in the light. "You were crying and moaning, so I'm only curious." "It's got nothing to do with you," I mumbled as I closed the books. "I'm going to my bedroom to rest." "To only continue your nightmare?"

He quickly told the girl to move. The girl pouted and glared at me. With another sigh, I sat in the chair. "Happy?" I stood up, eyes wide. Roland and his mate chuckled at the sight. "Okay!" Darius shot, radiant like the sun high in the sky. The table was alive again with all the conversation. I was minding my own business, poking at the half-cut strawberry on my plate, my mind wandering far away, back to the nightmare I had last night. Blood covered my hands. The evil voice echoed in my dream saying that I was responsible for all the deaths that had happened and would soon happen. Who is the couple who suffered severe burns? Who are the two people lying next to the rock? What is the meaning

Bad. Cash and I were the only ones that survived the Nightmare from our family. Mom and Dad were already sick by the time the vampires came to our home to 'save' us. The vamps were only there for me. They had found out about my IQ and wanted my brain to join them. I had insisted that they saved my brother as well. I may have made it a deal breaker.

He grumbled and disappeared from my field of vision. I stayed where I was and stared at the box in my lap. So I would really do it, face the monsters from my nightmares in person and make sure those monsters could never ruin a little girl's life again. Not by finally getting my vengeance that I had longed for for so many years, but I would see that they were locked away for the rest of their lives. At least that was what I owed my parents. And who could say that exactly, maybe I was lucky and that would be enough to finally free myself from the dark memories of my past.