Nightmare Nights Novels & Stories

Everything’s fine now. Right. Everything was fine, but that didn’t stop the nightmares that came over the next few days. Each one is the same. A terrifying beast with glowing red eyes beckoned me and begged me to come to it. Each time it would happen, I would wake up in a cold sweat with my heart racing until I realized I was safe in my bed. Because they were so unnerving, I couldn’t bring myself to go back to sleep, and by the time the day of Bernard’s Midnight Ball came, I felt like death.

I couldn't get enough sleep due to the trumas but I definitely wasn't going to sleep now , what if the nightmares decide to continue from where they stopped? "what triggers your Nightmare?" Dravens brows rise " basement, dim lights, water, lakes, darkness" i say judging from what Doctor khali told me to stay away from "The black Car!" I stumbled to my feet and go towards the window, Draven follows me from behind "what black car?" he asks looking out through the window with me " there was a black car there, it's been parked for 3 days now " "there's no black car there " he says

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

Mom glances over at me with a curious look and then states, "Breakfast will be ready in a minute. I threw some cinnamon rolls in the oven and they still have a minute or two before they are brown." Smiling, I reply, "Oh, that sounds yummy mom. Thanks." Sitting down at the table, I wait patiently as I drink my orange juice. Mom glances over at me again and asks, "Did you have anymore nightmares last night?" "Yes, I don't know what is going on. Ever since Billie gave me Charlie, I have been having this same bad dream over and over. It is so real that I peed the bed, I'm sorry."

The few remaining Coven's seemed to have disappeared. Colton also tried to get in touch with the pack in Tennessee but they either don't own a radio or aren't interested in talking. Of course, another possibility is that they were wiped out. Evidently, that's happened to few packs after the Nightmare. They were taken down by other packs or the vampires.

Night crept over the city, bringing the nightmare with it. In Malik’s room, darkness pressed around him like a living entity. His breathing grew erratic as he tossed in sleep. In his dream, faces from the past appeared: Amal and Sophia stood before him, pale, massive snakes coiled around their necks, spitting venom, hissing terrifically through the stillness. Then Nasser appeared, his blood-stained clothes, a knife in hand, his eyes lifeless. Beside him, Nour gripped a thick rope, advancing slowly, menacingly. All of them gathered in a hellish tableau, a familial pact from hell, intent solely on ending Malik’s life. He screamed, trying to escape, but his body was paralyzed. He felt the snak

The nightmare was worse than usual. It wasn't just fragments this time; it was a full, suffocating reel. The dusty carpet smell, the crushing weight, the paralyzing fear—it was so vivid he woke up choking on a scream, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The digital clock on his bedside table glowed a merciless 2:17 AM.

And I’m going to get him back. I'm having another nightmare. In this one, I'm in a dark room and I can't see a thing. I'm panting and calling for Jaxon, but there's no response. I run out and fall into a pile of snow. When I look up, there's a full moon, shining so bright like the sun. Suddenly, it turns red, and I hear heavy footsteps behind me.

"Nothing that can't wait until tomorrow." Five hours later we were sitting on her bed. I was next to her, and she'd covered us with that big blanket of hers. My head was on her shoulder, and I found myself nodding off. The episode we were watching was called 'Nightmares,' where a little boy in a coma was causing everyone's deepest fears to manifest.

“You have survived the mafia, assassination attempts, being blown up and Caelum’s mother. Motherhood will be a breeze." We both knew that wasn't true, but it was sweet of her to say. “What’s it like to have nightmares?” the nightmare started in the fourteenth week. The same terror every night, but in different guises. Gregor discovering our home, coming through our unlocked door. Hurting the baby when I had no power to protect her. Thing I would put on that list: Killing Caelum in my presence. Sometimes I would wake up screaming, sometimes crying gently, always alone in our too big bed.