Nightmare Stories Novels & Stories

I scream that they may have tattooed me, but I’m not one of them and I don’t want to go on anymore stupid missions. It works better than I hoped. Carden doesn’t stop by for days on end leaving me with my nightmares. They become stronger with each passing day. I wake up breathless. I wake up crying. I wake up with my fists clenched to the point of having bloody nail marks dug into my palms. I wake up with a scream. And then I don’t wake up at all.

He woke up drenched in sweat, clutching his blanket as if it were a weapon. Mia avoided mirrors entirely, terrified of what she might see. The vivid images of clawed beasts and shadowy landscapes haunted her dreams, leaving her tired and irritable during the day. Ryan tried to brush it off, telling himself it was just nightmares. But deep down, he felt it too—the sense that they had faced something unimaginable and lived to tell the tale. The nightmares grew worse as time went on. Each of them saw the same things: a dark realm filled with monstrous creatures, battles fought with desperate courage, and the feeling of being hunted.

My heart is racing and adrenaline floods through me. “Do you hear anything else?” I flick my eyes to Lucas’s face. “There’s no way this is over yet.” “No,” he agrees. “It was too easy. Almost like it was testing us.” “And now that it knows it’s up against a vampire and a witch, they’re going to pull out all the big guns.” I close my eyes and shake my head. “Let’s just hope it’s not hellhounds again.” The floorboards creak and Lucas turns, looking at something I can’t see in the dark.

Something was definitely brewing there. Finally, we pulled into a gravel lot. I leaned forward, trying to see what this “spontaneous” adventure was. “Is that what I think it is?” I asked slowly, staring at the dilapidated structure ahead. Eli’s grin told me everything. “What the actual hell…” I whispered, my eyes locking on the chipped paint, broken windows, and vines crawling up the walls like nature was trying to warn us. A crooked sign above the doorway read: HOUSE OF SCREAMS – ENTER IF YOU DARE.

I am nineteen and still in my nightshift, with my heart hammering so hard that my tits shake. I never believed the stories. The old women whisper about him around winter fires—the devil in the pines. He comes when you have nothing left. He arrives when death scratches at your door and desperation makes you stupid enough to call his name. The stories say you would give anything. You would offer your soul, your body, or your firstborn. He would take it all with a smile. I think it is crap. These are fairy tales for scared children. Then my brother almost stops breathing that afternoon, and I scream a name I do not even believe in. I scream it into the empty cabin while his chest goes increasin

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

Will they understand each other, or will they kill each other before they fall? Find out as we journey through in His Own Undoing- His Nightmare. There is war, hate, joy, tears, laughter, but most of all true love. Please read first*** This book is fiction, some of the location, and incidents are a product of my imagination as a writer although some most names are of real people.

E. The Starlians have been at war with the Nightmares for Generations and are currently at a stalemate at Heavens Fall Realm. This realm has been ravaged by a 500 years war between the Nightmares and Starlians. The forces of Nightmares are described as beings covered with pitch black aura and have very good reflexes, smart and cunning. The Nightmares have learned to adapt and evolve throughout the centuries. This is the reason why the Starlians were pushed back from The Land of Demise all the way to Heavens Fall.

he muttered under his breath. I didn't need to look to know he was right. The weight of stares pressed against my skin like physical hands. "Of course it is," Dad said, too calmly. "We're in Nightshade territory now." A shiver crawled down my spine. The Nightshades. Every wolf child grew up hearing the stories. Not the sanitized ones about brave warriors— no, the other stories. The ones whispered after lights-out, where the monsters weren't mindless beasts but something far worse: wolves smart enough to play the long game.

Carina solemnly said. "Are you worried about Lona's warning?" "Uhuh. I also keep getting nightmares these days." She closes her eyes. The vivid images of her nightmares flashed by her mind. A dark and tall shadow is creeping out from under her bed. It's slowly approached her with a wide grin on its smoldered face. Its nails are long and sharp. Carina trembled in fright as she remembers its dangerous glints, full of vengeance and malice towards her. That shadow tried to touch her stomach while cackling boisterous laughter. Its laughter resounding in her dim-lit room, and Carina jolted up from her sleep, screaming in horror and fear.