Novel & Cerita Nightmare Visions

I closed my eyes, willing myself to rest, but when the darkness finally came, it brought something far worse than exhaustion. The nightmare—or premonition, given the nature of my powers—was a chaotic mess of shadows and cold whispers. It wasn’t like my usual visions, which were clearer, more structured. This one was fragmented, like shattered glass, each shard reflecting something horrifying but incomplete. I saw Kyven, his face pale and streaked with something dark—blood? His eyes, usually warm, were blank, lifeless, as though he were a puppet whose strings had been cut. Around him, the world twisted and writhed, grotesque shapes clawing at the edges of the vision. A sense of doom wrapped i

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

I barely registered the movement before I was in his arms, my head tucked against his chest as he carried me back to the pack house and into my room. When he laid me on the bed, the mattress dipped as he sat beside me. He took my wrist gently, his thumb brushing my pulse before closing his eyes. Warmth spread as his healing energy flowed through my veins, smoothing the echoes in my mind. I sighed without meaning to. When he released me, his expression was filled with worry. “Physically, you’re fine,” he said slowly. “But something’s wrong.” I hesitated. “I…” I swallowed. “I’ve been having nightmares and weird visions... I see myself with human friends, but a certain man stands out in all of

the doctor said. "Night terrors?" I asked incredulously. "Yes," the doctor continued, his eyes shifting between Malik and me as if trying to bridge the gap with his gaze. Night terrors are episodes of intense fear, screaming, and flailing while still asleep. They're more common in children but can occur in adults, especially under significant stress or psychological strain." "This is ridiculous," I muttered to myself with a scoff. Malik’s expression shifted; his brows furrowed deeply, carving lines of concern across his forehead. He turned towards me. "But she mentioned seeing visions and feeling like she's destined to kill me. Is that part of the condition?" he asked the doctor.

Several pack members cried out in fear downstairs. Mira stepped forward quickly. “Everyone stay calm.” But the pressure kept building. I grabbed the railing beside me as another sharp pain struck my head. This time the visions came faster. I saw fire spreading through forests. Wolves fighting in darkness. Blood covering stone floors. Then I heard a woman screaming. The sound felt painfully familiar. I squeezed my eyes shut. “Aria.” Damon reached for me immediately. “What is wrong?” I struggled to breathe normally. “I keep seeing things.”

Aiden The nightmares started subtly—shadows twisting in the corners of my vision, whispers on the edges of sleep. At first, I brushed them off as nothing more than stress. Stormclaw was in disarray, our defenses faltering, and with the revelation of Gregor’s betrayal still fresh, it wasn’t surprising that my mind was a battlefield. But as the nights wore on, the dreams grew sharper, more vivid. They weren’t just nightmares anymore—they were visions. Prophetic visions. And though I tried to ignore them, they clung to me, lingering like smoke long after I woke.

“You know what it does to you. You know what Lunaris warned.” “Lunaris,” he muttered, jaw clenching. “She’s been haunting me since last night. Whispering things I didn’t ask for. Showing me things I never wanted to see.” Sienna stiffened. “What things?” Ryder hesitated, swallowing hard. The moonlight threw his face into harsh angles, his jaw tight, his eyes darker than they should’ve been, shadows clinging to him like second skin. “Visions,” he said finally. “Visions of you. Dying.”

One night, I found myself waiting for the needle. A week later, I didn’t even protest. I just turned my head and closed my eyes. And then the dreams started. Terrifying. Surreal. Filled with colors I couldn’t name, sounds I couldn’t understand. I saw my baby crying in a pool of blood. I saw Morgana laughing with my husband, both of them raising a glass. “You ruined her, Max,” she’d say in the vision, licking her lips. “But I finished the job.” I woke up screaming.

“The first one is that she’s going to kill more than one person this time. And the second is that, those she’s going to kill are somehow related to her nightmares” “How?” “Think about it, Fang. She said none who hurt the goddess’ children is going to live right? And what has been the main theme of her nightmares since they began?” I ask him. It’s like a light bulb goes on in his head. “Werewolves being experimented on by humans” “Bingo…My guess is that these weren’t just dreams. They were visions. She was somehow able to see what was happening to those captured wolves.” “Fuck!” is his only reply.

Roisin The days dragged by, each one more nerve-wracking than the last. It had been several days since I gave Visaris the letter, and still nothing. No updates. No reassurance that he had found the culprit. The nightmares had only gotten worse. They weren’t just about Azmariah anymore; now they were about me. My downfall—cruel, vivid scenes where everything I feared came true. I’d wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, gasping for breath as the visions clawed at my mind.