Novel & Cerita Nightmare Ideas For A Story

I feel my hands sweating with nervousness. I can hear the cars stopping in front of the house. Slowly I walk to the wall-size windows, and I peak out. I am curious to see my future dear husband. One thing is for sure. He should sleep with one eye open because I might kill him in his sleep and become a black widow. I have no problem with that. I close my eyes, shaking my head. I think my books have a bad influence on me. This would be a good plot. I make a mental note to write that story. A mafia story. Who knows. It might even be a best-selling story.

I didn’t need anyone finding out about this meeting. “No, I covered my tracks.” I followed Rook to a spot where he had hidden our two Nightmares. Nightmares are demonic horses that are black with manes and tails made of fire, their eyes are red and unless you are a demon, I wouldn’t recommend touching one. One touch from a nightmare could make you have horrific dreams for the rest of your life. They fed off fear and loved to torment the living. I mounted Amdis, my Nightmare. I've had had him since I was young, and he was loyal. The only one who could ride him was me. If another tried, they would end up seriously injured.

As if it was there to remind me that I was an unlucky person right from the start. What other word could I use to describe my life? I lost both parents ten years ago, as if it was karma for what they had done to the boy who had been the main character of my nightmares for more than a decade. They were killed by my father’s own gang friends. The memory of it was terrible, and thinking about it every now and then still didn’t bring answers.

I had failed her, despite promising myself that I wouldn't let her cry. My mood soured and I felt shittier than before. “Let's sleep.” She nudged, trying to place my back on the bed. I resisted. “Damon,” she sighed. “What if I have another nightmare?” I had had five nightmares in two days. I didn't think closing my eyes was a luxury I wanted to engage in anymore. It was as if the demons in my subconscious lurked around nearby, ready to yank me into darkness anytime I let down my guard and closed my eyes.

Aiden The nightmares started subtly—shadows twisting in the corners of my vision, whispers on the edges of sleep. At first, I brushed them off as nothing more than stress. Stormclaw was in disarray, our defenses faltering, and with the revelation of Gregor’s betrayal still fresh, it wasn’t surprising that my mind was a battlefield. But as the nights wore on, the dreams grew sharper, more vivid. They weren’t just nightmares anymore—they were visions. Prophetic visions. And though I tried to ignore them, they clung to me, lingering like smoke long after I woke.

Their meeting wasn't great, but the date more than made up for it, even if he did complain about his nose for ten straight minutes during the dessert portion of the date. As soon as she falls asleep, she's plagued by nightmares. She sees everyone she knows dead, with their heads on stakes. Wherever she looks, somebody else she knows is struck down in front of her, including her parents. Atlas is the last stop of her dream, but he's the only one other than her alive. He's bloodthirsty and slashes her throat without a second thought. With that, she awakens with a start, her whole body covered in a thin layer of cold sweat while she shakes.

I mean what other explanation could there be other than my imagination had run away with me and I had seen what I had thought I had seen? The nightmares have become a part of my everyday life up to the point where I no longer scream myself and the whole house awake. I just wake up, sit up, and breathe through it before I lay back down again and try to sleep again. Two years ago I had waited a week from the day I had promised Dad that I would talk to him and Dora as soon as I had figured it out for myself and when I had not found out anything that explained anything to me I made up some half-bogus story that I had almost been raped and kidnapped by an old man and I had barely managed to escap

I felt disappointed with myself. After the bindings being lifted I thought I’d feel free and empowered. But it was short lived and I just felt sad and exhausted. Brett had barely left my side and if he needed to, my parents, Jeremy, Louis or Lugh watched me. The nightmares came mainly at night where I was trying to reach Thomas down a corridor covered in smoke and flames but I could never get to him in time. I would then wake up sweating and gasping for breathe. I would then be hushed back to sleep or if Brett, cuddled. Brett walked in on Lugh cuddling me once and hit the roof. Lugh disappeared right in front of me, a trick he only seems to use when in life or death situations.

~*~ Vampires don't dream or have nightmares because our sleep is like death, but I had a nightmare that night which had me shooting straight up in bed and trying to swallow down my terror. In this nightmare, Oni and I were on the path leaving the Mother's hut, except this time Oni was in human form. We were running from demons, Wraiths, and spirits. My stomach was so big that it was difficult to run, but I had to run because they didn't want me. They wanted my baby. Vines sprang up onto the path. They grabbed me, slithering around my ankle, up my leg, and around my belly, suspending me in mid-air. I screamed when I saw that the vine was forcing me off the path!

She started typing everything in that she had thought or felt all this time. A couple of hours later, she stopped and looked at what she had written. She was surprised she had written so much. It was her story in a condensed version. Perhaps keeping a journal would help her since she couldn’t talk to anyone else about her thoughts and feelings. She decided to come back every day and continue to write her story down. So far, she only had about a year’s worth of her nightmarish experience down. Maybe one day she would get the courage up to send it back home. Someone could contact Kevin and get it to him. She knew she would never be able to talk to him and find out where he was by that point. ~