Nightmare Scream Novels & Stories

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.

I really had to stop doing this before this man would get the idea that I was giving him soft signs. I stood still for a while and crossed my arms. "You should really stop," I said as I crossed my arms covering my breasts and hoping that he wont see how fast my heart was beating. "I cant though. I have been having these nightmares," he said softly. "I keep seeing flames, I hear someone screaming and then, I see a woman crying. I cant tell who the woman is but she is sobbing and then I hear vows. Beautiful vows."

"Please don't leave me." Tears running down my cheeks as I ran after the figure that was quickly out of my sight. My little legs helpless to catch up. The darkness scared me, I hugged my bear bear tightly and squeezed my eyes shut. "Elora. Elora. Are you ok my dear." I woke to someone shaking the shit out of me. Sitting up in the strange bed and taking in my surroundings. I must have had that dream again. They were getting pretty frequent now. They never made any sense. The person leaving me was a blur. I had no idea who or where it was. People told me it was just a dream but it was always the same.

___________________________________________________________________________ Nightmare /ˈnʌɪtmɛː/ noun 1. a frightening or unpleasant dream. "I had nightmares after watching the horror movie" a very unpleasant or frightening experience or prospect. "the nightmare of racial hatred" ___________________________________________________________________________ 17 / 08 / 2021 1 : 00am

MORGANA FOSTER I wake up from a nightmare with a jolt, my forehead drenched in sweat. It’s one of those nightmares where I’m kidnapped and kept isolated from everyone. It used to feel unreal, but now it feels closer to reality. In the dream, I scream for Ryan, and he isn’t there for me. He’s nowhere near me. My heart trembles, and I get stabbed, bleeding out until I die. I always wake up just before I die.

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.

Fear of what I didn't know. In the middle of the night l woke up to a loud scream. She was thrashing besides me in the throes of some nightmare , l wasn't shocked by that , it was probably a nightmare about me. "Karen", l grabbed her tightly. She woke up confused but before she could say anything, l pulled her against me and kissed her forehead.

“I’m just saying, if I do become immortal, I'll never work a night shift again. Ever. I will haunt the rich exclusively.” I snorted. “You already do that.” She grinned. “Practice makes perfect.” Then it happened. A scream tore through the night. Not a drunk’s yell. Not laughter. Not a lover’s argument spilling into the street. This was pain—pure, ripping, animal. Mae froze. So did I. Another scream followed. Closer. Then another, layered over it, deeper and broken short like someone choking on their own blood. My stomach dropped. “That’s not—” Mae started.

Fear of what I didn't know. In the middle of the night l woke up to a loud scream. She was thrashing besides me in the throes of some nightmare , l wasn't shocked by that , it was probably a nightmare about me. "Rinah", l grabbed her tightly. She woke up confused but before she could say anything, l pulled her against me and kissed her forehead.