Nightmare Eyes Novels & Stories

And then I see Dave and Adam standing in the front row of her zombie army. Abruptly, I wake up screaming for the second time. Darting my eyes around, I notice it's early morning. Dave is still sleeping; nothing could wake him up, not even an earthquake. However, Adam bolts around to meet my eyes with fear mirrored in the black of his eyes. "Another nightmare?" His gigantic eyes worriedly scan me as if searching for wounds. The irises of his eyes are as large as windows, yet I find them soothing. "Yeah," I mumble tiredly.

Trigger warning: emotional abuse, imagery of torture and child abuse. Aralyn’s POV My nightmare was playing out in front of my eyes. Is this for real? Shivers and raw dread broke out through every pore of my body. This time, however, Larissa and Malleteagan weren’t fighting against each other. My life appears as a ball of strings that were so bloody tangled. And now the puppeteer is pulling strings on these catatonic creatures. I am still trying to wrap my head around the idea that my father wants me dead, and now…my mother, the only person who cared for me, appears to also be hellbent on killing me. But then I saw it. They all looked controlled and as if they departed from their own accord.

Ruby. The word whispered back to me. The way Drayan had said it, soft but edged with recognition. Like my eyes weren’t just mine, but something he already knew. I squeezed them shut, hating the thought. When I finally drifted into sleep, it wasn’t rest. I had a terrible nightmare. Dark, heavy ones. A woman with ruby eyes like mine, only older, sadder. Blood dripping from her lips. There was a blade connected to her stomach as she stared at me with pain.

They were lidless, disembodied eyes! Leesa shut down her telekinesis and the eyes stopped moving, hanging suspended ten or twelve inches in front of her now. She felt her own eyes grow wide with surprise and horror as the three pairs of eyeballs fixed their gaze upon her. They were a pale, grayish blue color—the exact same color as Dominic’s eyes! She couldn’t know for sure, but she suspected these eyes had once belonged to the wizards the Necromancer and his black waziri henchmen had murdered. Somehow, the evil mage had trapped them here inside his table. She prayed that Dominic had not suffered a similar fate.

Besides the fact that it was obvious that the Male Beta I had met at the border of the pack kept a close eye on me in my room, I barely slept a wink that very first night. When I did, nightmares of certain obsidian eyes and the wickedness that glinted inside of them had me all sweaty when I jolted out of bed. It made me forfeit sleep and hugged myself while sitting up on the bed. He was everywhere. In my head. When I close my eyes. And even when I open them, I can’t seem to see any other thing than his eyes. He was either covered in blood and beating an unknown person to a pulp on the floor of a room or he was chopping up fingers. How could I sleep when such gory details are what fill my dre

But something kept pushing those images away, everytime I could start to feel them stirring in my mind. The cold would become painful, making me cry out as it reeked havoc on my eyes and mind. " Oh my dear Sarah, I need you to open those beautiful eyes of yours. I need you to watch, as I suck the life out of your precious mate," it screeched in my ears, causing me to flinch, as it had every other time. But, this time it's words had changed at the end, as if on instinct I cried out " Nooooo!" my eyes ripped open and I looked into the most haunting pair of eyes I have ever seen. Redder then blood and darker then the shadows that cast through the night, it stared back into mine. Seething with a

NADINE My entire sleep was riddled with nightmares of a one-eyed wolf with thinning fur snarling fiercely at me. I was too shocked to move and kept screaming until it was dragged away by a huge wolf and flung into the darkness. The nightmare kept replaying over and over and I had no idea when it stopped.

Her eyes fluttered close in surrender, she drifted off to sleep. * * * * * * Nicholas stood tall on the balcony of his mountain-top mansion, staring into the night. The moon casted an eerie glow on his dark hair as it rustled in the gentle night breeze. With his chiseled features unyielding, his piercing eyes betrayed a flicker of unease. His mind raced back to the brief moment just before he viscously maimed Kimberly with his claws. His fierce eyes had locked with hers, but all he could find in her eyes was pure innocence and horror.

I shut the window immediately, locked it and ran to the bathroom and locked it too. Luckily, there was no window in there so I felt a bit safer. But the terror I felt when I looked at the creature wasn't because of its size or the fact that it could be a rogue or what it could possibly be doing outside this little cottage at this time of night. No, what scared me was it's eyes. Those same eyes that haunt me in my dreams, those eyes that have been scaring me for the past 17 years of my life. Gray-blue eyes filled with hatred and anger. I leaned my head against the toilet and I don't know how I managed it, but I fell asleep. I fell into a deep troubled sleep ...

The glass eyes have been gouged from its sockets, leaving gaping, hollow black holes stared straight up at the ceiling, and fixed around its neck is a iron choker bearing the stamped crest of the Nightbane bloodline. It isn't just a threat. It is a explicit message targeting my children. "Mommy... what is that?" Liora whimpers, trying to peek around my hip, her small body catching Samuel's violent trembling. "Don't look," I snap, my voice trembling as I slam my palm down over both their eyes, pulling them hard against my chest. My wolf bares its teeth beneath my skin, snarls rising in my throat as my maternal instincts go wild. "Neither of you look at it. Samuel, hold your sister."