Nightmare Scream Novels & Stories

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

“What the hell was that?” Scott asked as he and Jo turned from the sound the scream had come from and made eye contact with one another. “It was Cass--but I don’t know why she’s screaming,” Jo said. She took another glance at Ryker and saw that he seemed to be recovering from the cuts in his arm and the pain from the Transformation serum. She started heading in the direction that the scream had come from as she asked both Cass and Zane, “What’s going on?” over the IAC.

Amara shrieked in fear, she woke up terrified from the nightmare, her body drenched in sweat. Her heart racing and her hands trembling as she tried to catch her breath, the memory of the terrifying images still fresh in her mind. She didn't understand what she exactly saw a nightmare or twisted fragment of her lost memories. It all seemed too real to be called a mere nightmare. Reality blurred with the remnants of the nightmare, leaving her disoriented and unsure of her surroundings. Anxiety coursed through her veins, a relentless tide threatening to overwhelm her fragile sense of composure. She longed for the comforting embrace of Rhys.

It's all real; he's here, a reality that sends chills down my spine. He reaches out to my hand, which is placed over the bed. My heart races with conflicted emotions sparking within me. Anger seeped through, and I screamed, "Don't you dare touch me!" He paused, cold eyes locking onto mine, amusement playing in his dark gaze. His lips curled up at the corner, a sinister expression that sent a shiver down my spine. "Mate," Sasha's voice echoed in my head, a whisper escaping my lips as my strength drained away. "Please let me go," I pleaded, desperate for an escape from this chilling reality.

A scream so strong it shacks my whole body rips from my throat then silence} “AHHHHHHH” I scream rising from my sleeping state just as the door fly’s open and Carter rushes into the room half shifted. With out thinking I jump off the bed and fling myself into his arms, shaking as I sob from the realistic nightmare. “Why are you covered in blood” he asks as he pulls away from me slightly

Not the kind of scream that comes from terror, but the kind that claws its way out of you when your mind decides to betray you, when it tortures you with a memory you want to bury but can't. The kind of scream that makes you feel small, helpless, and betrayed by your own body. People call it a nightmare, as if giving it a name somehow makes it poetic. But there's nothing poetic about it. Eventually, her screams quietened down, I didn't move, didn't dare acknowledge it. I pretended to sleep until I finally drifted off for real.

He exhaled a deep breath and then rubbed his face with both of his palms. I waited for his next reaction but nothing came out from his mouth. He just stared at the floor. I licked my lips in hesitation and tried to figure out the strange expression he has on his face. "As long as I remember, sleep was never my thing because whenever I tried to sleep, I was afraid of having a nightmare." "See the irony the person who himself call as nightmare was really scared of them." He added and closed his eyes again. I quietly looked at him, waiting for his next words.

No discrimination between wolves, vampires or humans. Though I had such a beautiful experience when I settled for the night I had a terrible nightmare. I was drenched in blood standing in the midst of bodies faces I could recognize, Sia, Giveon, Max, Brad and Nathan. The dream shattered with a violent jolt. I shot upright in bed, sweat clinging to my skin, my heart slamming against my ribs. My breathing was ragged, but the images refused to fade. The metallic scent of blood still lingered in my nostrils, the cries still rang in my ears.

she gasped, her voice barely a whisper now, broken and raw. Damian jolted awake beside her, his heart pounding from the sudden scream. His eyes were wide with confusion, his body tense as he reached for her. “Racheal! Babe! What’s going on? What’s wrong?” His voice was thick with sleep, but the alarm in it was unmistakable. Racheal’s body was shaking uncontrollably, her face pale, her eyes wide with the kind of fear that tore deep into the soul. She was still trapped in the nightmare, her mind struggling to pull free of the horror. Tears streamed down her face, unchecked, as she tried to find her breath, the image of Jamal’s pale, lifeless face burned into her mind.