Nightmare Visions Novels & Stories

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.

Minerva's POV The visions came at night when the cover had been drawn, tearing at me in its stormy twists and turns. Ghysem’s flames were rising before my eyes, I saw a real fire of hell flaming and destroying everything. My daughter looked terrified as she screamed, her shout was piercing in the dark as if she belonged to the depths of hell. It was burned into my mind like a branding iron of terror as if a hot knife had cut a scar which each beat of my heart brought back.

Still, I barely even paused before I turned to the Nightmare eyes, not even bothering to close my eyes as I surrounded them with my illusions. They would turn pure black when I used my abilities, so I closed my eyes so as not to scare anyone. I didn’t care about scaring whoever was watching us with those damned eyes. Actually, I can think of a lot worse things that I want to do to them. Instead, I watched as the Nightmare Eyes got overwhelmed by my illusions and smashed into each other. I didn’t bother to turn around the face the four of them, knowing I wouldn’t actually be able to leave once I saw Aiden.

The boy leaves the room and I faint in the chair waiting for the return of the woman who destroyed my life, the image kept repeating itself in my mind at all times. Her small chest struggling to expand. The breaths slowing down until it was gone. I would never know what color her eyes were, if she had the same skin tone as her father, if she had hair as dark as mine. Her father ... A laugh escapes my throat, what a nightmare. All because of power. The door opens and there she is, staring at me in astonishment and staring intently at the gun in my drooping hand. "That cursed boy…" she murmurs, but soon resumes her determined and feline composure, as if she commanded everything, but now “I” ha

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.

When she awoke in her room with everyone surrounding her, her eyes blazed violet and lilac. She was beyond pissed! It was time to set things right, she would not relive her past lives.

They fall asleep together on the grass floor with the Moon goddess keeping watch over them. Adrian wakes up first, he stretches his body languidly. Learning to control transformations at full moons is a mastery, one that is known to him. For this reason, he can wake up the morning after a full moon and not wonder what havoc he may or may not have wreaked the previous night. Although, there are certain unaccountable scenarios where his true nature shows who still has the upper hand. He's about to get up when he hears a feminine sleepy whimper. He turns around and it's the annoying tyrant that he gave a brush down the other day. He looks at her closely and sees love bites on her neck where her

*Collier POV Fucking Zion has been a nightmare today. I cannot control him. He has been wanting Ally so badly the past few weeks that I cannot rein him in most days. Seeing her this morning he wasn’t going to let her get away this time. He had to have her. To claim her. When she left last time I swore I would stay away as she wanted. She didn’t need mixed up in my world anyway. My world is dangerous. My world is why she was hurt the last time. My world required me to run a tight ship with no bullshit. My world was bloody. Ally is my mate though. I knew that the first time I saw her. She was married to that human though so I was able to stay away easier. Then when she hated me, or thought she

My nose was bleeding. “it wasn’t just a dream,” I whispered hoarsely, dread creeping into my bones. Images slammed into my mind without warning. Emmalaine kneeling before a dark altar, her head bowed as shadows wrapped around her like living things. The Alpha’s crest burning, melting into flesh. Children screaming. Death. So much death. I clutched my head, rocking slightly as the visions faded, leaving me trembling and hollow. “Goddess,” I breathed, my voice barely sound. “What have you done to me?”

He collapses to the ground, growling in pain, desperately fighting back. My mum, in a desperate howl, drops me and shifts into her wolf form to join the fierce battle. Then I wake up with a jolt as hot tears stream down my eyes. My heart races like it wants to escape my chest as the remnant of the dream lingers in my mind. Scanning the room, confusion clouds my thoughts as I search for reassurance that it was just a dream. The dream is disturbing because it keeps recurring. I had watched my dad get killed by a ruthless Alpha right in front of me, and since then, the scene of battle keeps reoccurring.