Novel & Cerita Nightmare Visions

He continued to drive without being aware of an oncoming car, and due to the fast driving, their car was thrown on the road just as hard. ------ ''Dad!'' Gideon gets up soon after the nightmare. That was not a dream. It really happened ten years ago, yet it is still fresh in his mind. His head is still throbbing from the hangover. "Damn, my head," he mumbled as he gently arose from his slumber, and he was surprised when he turned his sight to the woman sleeping next to him. "Sucks, what did I do again?" He asks himself as he stands up and puts on his boxers and pants.

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t

The room is dim, hints of the sun only beginning to think about waking. I’m sitting in the bed, in the sleeping quarters. I’m barely dressed. Valen lays to my side, dead asleep. My heart is still pounding when I hold a hand over it. My brain goes back to the dream, to the feeling of power that radiated through me. To the waves of Neron that were consuming…everything. And then the darkness as it took me over. I’ve had visions of the future before. They always leave me with this shaking sense of overwhelming emotion. There’s always this…spark in the back of my throat.

My vision slowly becomes blurry and I pass out. ****** I open my eyes and see myself in Aiden's arms as he sweat profusely. Was his room also hot or is he just scared shitless? His heartbeat is fast and intense. I smile. He really cares. Tash and Raven are beside Aiden, fear written on their faces. It becomes harder to keep my eyes open and my body is numb. I shut my eyes and drift to sleep. ******* "There is a thing that the Vahemir ain't immune to. It was released in the steam", Tash explains and I open my eyes but my visions are blurry I can't see them properly, so I shut my eyes.

When I reached out, the seal pulsed, and a voice not mine, not human, not wolf whispered from the roots: "The Mate, he couldn't Claim reborn." I jerked awake, drenched in sweat, clutching my stomach. My daughter stirred, her small movements sharp, insistent. As if she had heard the voice too. The Fear of Sleep After that, I feared closing my eyes. The visions came every night. Sometimes they showed me battlefields, wolves tearing into each other beneath a full moon. Sometimes I saw Dax, his face shadowed, his hands red with blood I couldn’t identify. Other times it was my mother’s face, whispering things I couldn’t hold onto when I woke.

It came like a storm, overwhelming my senses with a torrent of death, blood, and sorrow. I saw my goddess, wild with fury, a force of destruction, and my mates—my companions—lying lifeless, their faces frozen in an eternal expression of pain. The vision blurred, leaving me breathless, the weight of it pressing down on my skull, causing a pounding headache that threatened to split my skull apart. "Nymeria, are you okay?" I heard Varrik's worried voice. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the haunting images, but the echo of the vision lingered, heavy in my mind, and filling my chest with dread.

Not much, but enough that I could breathe through it. “Vixen.” His voice sounded distant. Like he was standing on the other side of a tunnel. “What is it?” I tried answering. Nothing came out. Because the visions started. The first flash hit so suddenly I nearly cried out. The arena. The ring. Crowds filled every seat. Everything looked normal. Then chaos erupted. People started screaming. Guests shoved one another trying to escape. Warriors rushed in every direction. Panic spread through the arena like wildfire. Then the vision vanished. Another appeared immediately. A fighter stood across from me inside the ring. I couldn’t see his face clearly. Everything moved too quickly. His arm swung

Nyra Virellion I’ve had these awful dreams three times in a row now. The memories from my past keep replaying, mixed with twisted new versions of how my parents died. It’s like a broken record that won’t stop spinning in my head. No matter how much I cried, I couldn’t pull myself back to reality. All I could do was sob through the whole thing. I was terrified I was losing a piece of myself, that I’d finally crack and go completely psychotic from all these forced visions and nightmares.

he said. I wanted to believe him. I needed to believe him. But belief didn’t stop the nightmares. That night, I barely slept. Visions twisted through my mind like smoke. I saw blades dripping with blood, wolves howling in agony, the moon blackening above a battlefield soaked in ash. I woke gasping, my throat raw, and my body damp with sweat. But it wasn’t just a nightmare. It was a warning. And the moment I sat up, heart racing, I felt it.

The constant nightmares were wearing me down, eating away at what little strength I had left. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw twisted faces and heard whispers that made my skin crawl. The visions were getting stronger, more vivid, bleeding into my waking hours until I couldn’t tell what was real anymore. I was exhausted, desperate, and standing in my own living room facing a creature that shouldn’t exist.