Nightmare Eyes Novels & Stories

But just as I am about to speak the vision fades into something else. This time I am myself, and I am back in my convertible at a stoplight. I glance over to the car beside me and see a blue coloured Suzuki swift with a beautiful girl in the drivers seat. At the same time I can see that she is looking at me and probably wondering where I have come from. Then I suddenly meet her beautiful bright green eyes and I am taken back to the very first time I woke up to her eyes looking at me, those gorgeous piercing green eyes, and even when she looked half asleep was still so angelic. Again the dream replays that evening, how I pulled her close and was about to kiss her but didn’t. Then as she reach

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

His eyes remained dead, emotionless. As he sunk his teeth into my neck, aiming for the kill. Blood gushed out, warm and sticky. I lay there, consciousness fading. The rogue's eyes. Where had I seen them? Memories flooded back. The same eyes that haunted my nightmares. The same eyes that killed Naomi. Rage boiled within me. But my eyelids grew heavy. My heartbeat slowed. "His dead, King," echoed through my mind. And then, darkness. Everything went black. *KATHERINE POV*

My world was on fire. My body, rising from the shadows of my grave, felt torn. My heart pumped no blood, My lungs breathed no air. I was still, like a thief in the night. I stumbled out of the hole in the ground and looked at my surroundings. Only darkness, no one in sight. As I stood there waiting for this nightmare to end Waiting for this nightmare to make sense, memories started to flood my mind. A man with beautiful blue eyes and hair as dark as his soul.

Tomorrow we are travelling, so I will need all the energy I can get. It didn’t take me long to find sleep. Nightmares plagued me that night, though. Tiredness, or maybe the stress of everything, but it became so bad, waking up and falling asleep so often, I almost couldn’t tell the difference between reality and dream state. Especially when they twisted into darkness, lavender colours mixing in with the ebony. Finally, they formed into eyes. Sinister eyes. Eyes belonging to an immortal I have met myself. Sinful. As I tossed and turned, the threat of him never left. His warning, to stay away from Kael, and to not involve myself in his business. And as night wore on, I started to wonder whethe

The same red eyes from my nightmare, staring at me with a deadly smirk that sends ice coursing through my veins. And what’s worse—those red eyes are wearing Adam’s face.

WARNING : Sensitive content ahead (non-gory). Another nightmare. Another feeling of the pain, sharp and suffocating, as if she were still there. She had woken up from the nightmare she couldn't seem to escape, her eyes dark, too dark. They were the kind of eyes that swallowed light instead of showing it. She hadn't cried in years, her expression still and perfectly composed. There were no emotions, nothing. No gasping, no trembling, only the rise and fall of her chest.

It was as if her feet were in an invisible lake of quicksand, sinking fast. When she tried to look around, all she saw was the forest or herself in it. She realized that she could no longer see herself clearly. It was as if someone was painting her picture onto the back of her eyelids, making her blindfolded. Or maybe it's not her eyes that are blindfolded. Maybe everything around her is just painted by itself. She wondered what color her eyes would be when she woke up after this nightmare. Her hazel-blue eyes are black. Maybe black means 'dark' or 'darkness'. She couldn't remember the word.

I close my eyes and feel the exhaustion wash over me and I drift off. For once I don't dream about something that should be in a horror movie but instead of Brandon's eyes. They're shifting. One second they're normal brown but in the next, they're gold with slit pupils like a cat's. They just keep on flicking back and forth. Something that looks like blue and orange..mist?..is radiating from his hands and there's something behind him that can be described as a black hole but instead of it being black it's purple. Then it turns blue. Then orange. Shifting like his eyes. A mystery indeed. Beautiful and mysteries eyes.

Nate’s stance is almost human, he is muscular, and his eyes hold an intelligence to them. I watch as the scene before me unfolds. Nate rears up on his hind legs and howls at the sky. The howl says that Darius has made a huge mistake in refusing to submit. Nate stalks Darius’s wolf, his claws and fangs elongate into deadly weapons. But what holds my attention and draws me to him, is Nate’s eyes. I saw them like this before, but only now they’re different. I find myself walking across the fighting circle mesmerised by one coal black eye that seems to swirl like a vortex and one Amber eye, the Amber eye has golden orbs swirling with emotion and another look at the black eye shows Nate’s promisi