Nightmare Visions Novels & Stories

I screamed, climaxing harder than ever before, my body convulsing around Zeviar as he spilled deep within me, his knot swelling to lock us together. The room swam. Power thrummed across my skin. The mark on my chest blazed white-hot, connecting to the fresh bites on my neck as if a circuit had finally been completed. Then the visions descended. Not fleeting glimpses, but full, consuming, impossibly vivid scenes, arriving with the weight of dreams meant to be remembered. Three wolves ran.

If I couldn’t tell him, who could I tell? “I’ve been having visions,” I said quietly. “Since the mountain. Since we got out of those caves.” Damon’s expression hardened. “What kind of visions?” he whispered. “Bad ones.” I swallowed hard. “I see myself hurting people. Killing them. My family. Natalia and the kids. I see it so clearly it feels real.” “Shit.” Damon leaned his elbows on the table, making the wood creak. “Have you talked to anyone about this?”

She couldn’t think of him now—not when her future was uncertain, and the prophecy loomed over her like an unavoidable storm. As Lyra wandered the darkened streets of Nyxterra, the visions became more intense, seeping into her consciousness even when she was awake. At first, they were fleeting, quick flashes of images she couldn’t decipher—places, people, and memories that didn’t feel entirely her own. But as the hours stretched into days, the visions grew stronger, more insistent, as though Nyxterra itself was trying to tell her something. It was as if the very fabric of the world was calling to her, urging her to see the truth hidden beneath the surface.

“All of this, it's not the first time.” I froze. “What do you mean? What are you talking about?” “Visions,” she explained, lifting her chin as though daring me to argue. “When she was little. Too little to even string sentences together. She used to wake in the night, terrified, sometimes screaming things she couldn’t possibly know. Blood. Wolves. Someone coming to take me. And it wasn’t just once or twice, it was constant. Every few days. And normally whenever she had a vision, it often came through. It didn't take me long for me to start creating the system or managing and functioning something that would stop it.”

I already knew I was hallucinating. “The moment I saw you reject my hand at first back in town and later accepted it, I knew that you saw something. Then when you talked about seeing an Alpha last night, I was convinced. Nathan, you have the gift of dark visions. Perhaps the Moon goddess chose to give it to you.” “What do I do with dark visions? They’re scary” I cried. “You fight them off. They’re not real. Anything you keep seeing is what you fear the most and that’s why you are here. To fight these dark visions in real life when they happen.”

I turn around to see an older gentleman who looks like a doctor walking towards me. “Hello, my dear Ms. Dreasden. I am Doctor John Hopkins, Nelli’s psychiatrist. I was told of the events tonight and not to alarm you, but if at any time the lights go out close your eyes and do not open them no matter what you hear. Apparently Nelli is loose and not under control. See Nelli has no soul. She was born with the blackest eyes of any human being I have ever met. If she sees the fear in your eyes, she will scratch them out before she kills you.”

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

The visions began as fleeting images—half-formed faces, shadowed landscapes, and fragmented whispers that echoed in my mind. At first, I thought I was dreaming. But the searing pain that accompanied each vision made it clear: this was no dream. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands trembling as I tried to steady my breathing. The latest vision lingered in my thoughts—a battlefield drenched in blood, a younger version of Rigel standing at the center, his face hardened and unrecognizable.

“Thanks, I feel better too. Sit down, I want to talk to you two.” I scooted over and pulled them both to sit on the bed with me. This was it, now or never. “Okay, so what you guys saw was one of my visions. Since the one I saw of Xander at the Crescent Moon pack, I’ve been having them more regularly. Once every other day or so, to be specific. The visions have always been of the same person, well, the same two people. A vampire named Sebastian and a rogue wolf named Rachel. They are Vincent’s parents.”

"As you wish... Ella." After he left, I sat heavily on the edge of my bed, rubbing my temples. The headache that had been my constant companion since the visions started was throbbing behind my eyes. 'You're being stubborn,' Rona chided. "And you're being a pain in my ass," I muttered. 'He's trying.' "Yeah, trying to use me to fix his pack's problems. Very noble." Rona huffed in my mind. 'You don't believe that.' I didn't respond. The truth was, I didn't know what to believe anymore. The visions had shaken me more than I cared to admit. Seeing Blood Moon territory burning, pack members dying, my mother's face calling to me... it felt real. Too real to ignore. And that terrified me.