Nightmare Visions Novels & Stories

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.

“It just doesn’t make sense. Besides, well… we were tired last night. Maybe we imagined it, or something like that.” “You can’t both have the same hallucination. That’s impossible,” Alex replied, his voice firm but steady. Scarlett crossed her arms, nervous and confused. “I just can’t believe it… I really can’t. It’s just… I don’t know…” Alex stepped closer and gently took her hands. “Look into my eyes, Scarlett,” he asked in a whisper. She lifted her gaze, still full of doubt—and then she saw it. Alex’s eyes glowed an intense, unnatural green, something supernatural, as if she were getting lost in his stare, drawn in and terrified at the same time.

NEAH Three days before the assault. The packhouse is full of warriors from four packs. Every room occupied. Every hallway buzzing with tense energy. Plans. Strategies. Weapons being sharpened. Wolves preparing for war. I can't sleep. The nightmares are back but different now. Not the car crash anymore. Now I dream of the compound. Serum wolves with blank eyes and twisted limbs. Golden light erupting from my hands and destroying everything around me. Friend and enemy alike, burning in the same fire.

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

Instead, the visions came. Sharp, blinding flash. My father’s voice is shouting. The old pack house is burning. A pair of hands—Karen’s mother—covered in blood that wasn’t hers. Damon is laughing in the background. The flame priestess was whispering something I couldn’t make out. The river water is swallowing the sound around me. And then darkness. I pulled myself out of the vision with a gasp, breath shaking. My palms were damp. My heartbeat felt trapped in my throat.

The visions came more frequently after that, each one more vivid than the last, each one leaving her shaken and breathless. She saw the saboteur's face—hidden in shadows, but there, familiar in a way that made her skin crawl. She saw the Devourer's prison, weakening, cracking, the ancient magic straining against the hunger that pressed against it from within. She saw a battle on the horizon, blood and fire and loss, faces she loved falling around her. She woke screaming most nights, her light blazing, her heart pounding. Theron and Rylan took turns staying with her, holding her, grounding her. They learned to read her moods, to know when a vision was coming, to pull her back before she got l

A man’s voice, Darren’s, chanting words I couldn’t understand. Her screams. I felt them all. I felt them, as if her pain were my own. The poison blurred my mind, and the visions grew stronger, merging into one unending nightmare. I saw her tied, pleading, calling for help that never came. I saw her blood spilling onto ritual symbols carved into the ground. "No!" I screamed, "this can't be happening again!"

Another: Lucien and others, fighting desperately against something I couldn't quite seem The visions tumbled in more rapidly now, overlapping and contradicting each other, showing possible futures rather than certain ones. But in every vision, one reality was consistent: fierce devastation was coming. "My child, you must pull back, right now!" Her hands clamped onto my shoulders, her energy flowing into me as she tried to ground my consciousness. " Your mind can't cope with this!" But I could not pull away. The visions had barbs in my brain, dragging me farther into the horror of what was to be. I saw destruction.

Immediate. “Violence,” I said. “Blood. Something we aren’t prepared for.” Color drained from her face, and I regretted opening my mouth. “The coronation?” she asked. “I don’t know. The visions are open to interpretation.” “That’s not comforting.” “I know.” I kissed her forehead. “I’ll figure it out.” She looked like she wanted to argue, then pulled me closer instead. We lay tangled together. She fell asleep. I did not. I stared at the ceiling as the vision replayed behind my eyes. White light. Screams. Blood. The white wolf with silver eyes.

She ogled at me angrily as tears threatened to dropped down her soft cheek. "Lov–" She hanged up her hand towards me and rushed back to her room. ~~~~ How are you viewing "nightmares" How is this going to end? 😶😶😶😶 ©Lharry's pen