Nightmare Eyes Novels & Stories

I caught her gaze — the elderly woman— and despite the far distance, I could see how she kept staring at us in lustful remorse, sadness and strong envy. Sensing my wakefulness, he looked down at me and gave me a weak smile. And that was enough to lead me back to my doom. Heading towards blackness, I lost my consciousness again. ----- IT was near dawn when my eyes pushed open again, and I woke up with a frightful start. Clutching the bed sheets with my trembling fingers, I tried to push away the images of the nightmare I had in my sleep. A nightmare of frost and fire, beautiful dark blue eyes and an ugly looking old lady that looked more like a crone with her very green hair and wooden skin.

The part of my room is at the end where there is a path going down with many woods, I don't know whose land it is but it is really wide. I was nervous but I slowly walked closer. I can feel my cold sweat on my forehead and on my palm. I sat down and peered into the plant where I heard the rustling but saw nothing. I breathed a sigh of relief, it looks like I just thought it was but my calm didn't last long I was stunned when I felt the fast breathing of the air on me from someone.. I slowly turned around while closing my eyes, what if it's a ghost?! When I came face to face I slowly opened my eyes after that a creature with blue eyes appeared in my eyes.

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.

His red eyes lock with my tear-filled ones as he says, “Next time you will follow the rules…” I scream as pain floods me as he thrusts his hips forward hard, and he sinks his fangs into my neck once more… **End Nightmare** I sit up screaming, and breathing heavily, I then feel an arm around my waist as the male next to me stirs. I look over and see the Master. Even though his eyes are closed, I can see his red evil eyes looking at me, the red eyes from when he attacked me. I pull out of his arm and scramble off of the bed.

He tenderly brought her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it. Pain seared through my body as my eyes lost focus. The faces of my family blurred until I could no longer see them. I tried to move my arms to rub my eyes, but I was unable to move. Panic set in as I began to struggle. Finally, opening my eyes, James Cooper’s face came into focus.

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

I looked down to find one of the wolves with beautiful dark brown eyes. The same color as Nathan’s. This had to be a dream. Maybe this is another metaphorical dream like the fire. I was about to wake up from this horrible nightmare with my sanity intact. But everything felt so real. I could feel the light breeze and the wet nose press against my palm again. Maybe this is real? One look in Nathan’s eyes told me so. I had only seen those eyes on one person, and I knew they couldn’t be duplicated. These people turned into wolves.

I’ll wait. She stared at the message for a long time. Then she turned her phone off and tried to sleep. Sleep didn’t come easy. When it did, she dreamed of eyes, Ethan’s warm brown ones smiling at her across an airport terminal, and another pair, darker, watching from the shadows. In the dream she walked toward Ethan but kept glancing back, pulled by something she couldn’t name.

The more she thought about her foiled plans, the angrier she became, resulting in her accidentally dropping the baby out of rage. "This is your fault! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten to this point in life! Die!" A loud thud sounded. Blood was splattered all over Marcus' pale face. As Sylvia cackled at the top of her lungs while walking out of the ward, a teardrop slid down Marcus' cheek from his closed eyes. Unfortunately, those eyes would never open ever again.

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..