Nightmare Soup Book Novels & Stories

My eyes spotted a note on it and I shifted my body a little to get it It was a written note 'I hope you eat this and become better' the notes read It's obviously from Damien, a smile touched my lips as I moved closer and took the plate out, and took the spoon. I took a spoonful of the soup. “Ouch, “I spit them out as the bitterness of the soup touched my lips, “What the hell is this??” The door opened immediately and someone was walking toward the bed He stopped and walked to the window where he dragged the curtain open and the brightness of the outside shone in the room

"Someone introduced me to a reading app as well as a new genre of a story, so...the book title iss...THE BETRAYED LUNA'S REVENGE by Purple Ink.'' "Wow, it sounds amazing and I'm kinda jealous you're not reading my book but it's okay, you need to try out new genres too." Alicia sighed. "All done, now let's go downstairs and eat before Diane gets even more upset." She chuckled, helped Diane down and they all left the room. When they arrived at the dining, Alicia helped Diane to her seat, May also took a seat, then Alicia began dishing out the food. "Mommy I want to try the soup first." Diane said, pointing at the bowl of soup.

As she puked, flashes of the nightmare that tore her from sleep started flashing before her eyes. Blood- so much of it. Bodies piled up in heaps. The crackle of magic in the air, the sweltering heat of dragon fire everywhere, and her... Nezetta... In the center of it all. Chestnut brown hair whipped about a small face. The blackest of eyes and the darkest of hearts. Naomi felt it all, saw it all... Heard it all. "Ugh," Naomi groaned as she emptied the contents of her stomach even more. There was so much going on in her mind, so much that she didn't—couldn't understand.

NEAH Three days before the assault. The packhouse is full of warriors from four packs. Every room occupied. Every hallway buzzing with tense energy. Plans. Strategies. Weapons being sharpened. Wolves preparing for war. I can't sleep. The nightmares are back but different now. Not the car crash anymore. Now I dream of the compound. Serum wolves with blank eyes and twisted limbs. Golden light erupting from my hands and destroying everything around me. Friend and enemy alike, burning in the same fire.

Yet another reason I would probably not survive the winter. I hurried to my nearest campsite and slept there after storing the herbs and food. The night was so cold that I could barely stand it. By the next week, I was freezing every night. One day in mid November, I woke up with a terrible sore throat and a cough. I knew that it was bad right away. I rarely got sick but when I did, it was usually severe. I looked through my herb stores and risked a fire to brew a tea recipe from my Mom's book and make pumpkin soup. The notes about the tea said that the drinker would be well exactly one day after drinking it. I hoped that it was true. I ate and drank and then went back to sleep after dousing

the old man answered. “You can come and see what I’m cooking,” he said as he look at Niffa. She was hesitant but she approach the pot and look what was inside. It was a white sticky soup bubbling and popping, she cannot see any ingredients on it. She quickly saw flashes of things in her vision, she saw a bunch of foxes gobbled up by a behemoth, a lady shouting while crying as if she wanted to grab a young boy’s hand while she was trapped between the large fangs of the behemoth, blood drops on the floor, and a dagger full of blood. She gasp as she rub her eyes, the flashes were gone.

I glared at the book till I was on my bed and the book never opened - maybe it is my illusion. I ducked myself into the sheets and this time I could hear the flipping of a book - The book. I was scared as hell because when I was still young, I read a lot of horror stories without the consent of my mother, Nahigra. I stared until the last flip of a page. Gradually and slowly as I can, I left my bed to see what my eyesight can't comprehend. To my surprise, it was still that same chapter and a phrase written in bold, "WHEN EVERYTHING GOES SOUTH, DO NOT GO NUT?"

The food tasted good, and I complemented the chef. I freshened up, picked up one of my books and started to read, and within minutes, I fell asleep. Only to be awoken by the same nightmare that has haunted me for sixteen years, the same nightmare that only visits me when rain falls. … A/N: Thanks for reading lovelies! Please recommend this book to your loved ones and drop a review. I'll be waiting to know what you think. <3

School1 Monday night, Ruth had one of those nightmares that psychoanalysts love to make a big deal out of. She dreamt that she was... no, it wasn't she. She dreamt that she was someone else, and she was naked in a public place, with everyone staring and pointing and making noise. She had some books, and a large notebook, and she tried to cover her breasts and crotch, but she dropped them, and people laughed when she couldn't cover herself with her hands. It was a frightening dream. It was just a fragment, really. Ruth figured that everyone has a dream like that sometime.

She had been strong once, fire in her veins and ritual words on her tongue. Now the fire dimmed. And something whispered to her in reverse speech: “Let go.” “They will come anyway.” “You are only delaying the inevitable.” She screamed — not aloud, but deep, into the cracks of the stone. And Devon heard her in his dreams. ⸻ The Stranger — Clara Moss Her first memory was the fire. Not real fire — dream fire. It crawled up her bedroom wall in Terrell like ink, whispering her name in a language she didn’t speak. Every night for the last two weeks, Clara Moss had woken with ash on her tongue and soil beneath her nails.