Nightmare X Dream Novels & Stories

She didn't have any appetite to eat as her mind flew back to XANDER'S words and actions making a shudder go down her spine. The white ceiling met her gaze till she slept off but her sleep was cut short when she screamed awake. She dreamt of him. Even while away from him, he still hunts her dream. Holding her head with her hand, she seek to find peace in her unsettled mind but couldn't. Curling her legs to her chest, she buried her face in her palm trying hard to stay strong. He reminded her of her nightmares many years ago. Just thinking about it, her heart broke making tears roll down her face.

I hated myself for not being there but I am dangerous. Something has always been off and now these nightmares are hitting me all at once but none of it seems familiar. I remember our father being hard on us but not beating us like that. I didn't have any scars so does it mean it is only a dream? I stepped out of the shower and dried myself before I put a pair of clean shorts and shirt on. I sat on the edge of my bed and placed my head in my hands. "Come on Xander, get your shit together." I mumbled to myself. I checked the time to see it was the early morning hours, no calls or texts from anyone not that I minded but for once I'd like to see Ambrosias name come across my phone. The pain in m

Before her was someone else entirely—afraid, lost, fragile. “Xander…” Tatiana knelt beside him, her voice soft but urgent. “Wake up… you’re having a nightmare.” His body jolted but did not wake. “Please… don’t leave me… please, Mum…” From the corners of his eyes, tears were flying. It was not a man lying in front of her. It was a little boy—seven year old Xander. She realised he was lost in the grip of the nightmare. Slowly and softly, Tatiana placed her hand over his. “It’s okay… we are safe,” she whispered. “Wake up, little one… it’s only a dream. Open your eyes and you will see I'm here with you."

Jade sighed, "Do you...have any kind of dreams? like the ones you told Erica had mentioned?" Xavier frowned. Dream? Did he ever- "Yes. Yes, I did have a dream, but only once. But I did not hear any voice or anything. I just dreamed of a girl, but somehow I couldn't see her face. Her face was blurred but she was standing opposite to me." He tried to recount the bits and pieces he still remembered. Jade remained silent, encouraging him to continue if he wished to. "That's...it," he finished. "So...you see a girl with a blurry face in your dreams...did she tell you anything about seeing a wolf or something?" Jade prodded. Her nephew shook his head.

But Tyler remains unmoved, his expression lacking compassion as he impose his torment upon me without remorse. The nightmare gets more and more painful, each moment feeling like an eternity of suffering. With one final, harsh hit, I snap out of the dream, my body covered in sweat. I struggle to catch my breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I wake up in my bedroom. The shift from the nightmare to reality is leaving me feeling unsettled and breathless. The memory of Tyler's cruelty in the dream lingers in my mind, showing me how scary and intense dreams can be.

Sleep pulled us gently under. That night, a nightmare clawed into my dreams. I saw Xareth, his eyes black, his voice laced with venom. He stood before me, and I felt my limbs move not by my will but his, like I was a puppet carved in bone. Blood was dripping down my legs.My baby gone. I woke with a gasp, heart hammering in my chest. I threw off the covers, reaching down, frantically checking. No blood, only me shaking. Zevarion stirred beside me, voice thick with sleep. “Vireya?”

“Then we don’t have time. Call the two we’ve been reaching in dreams. Tonight…they need to see everything. Even Ava.” “If you’re sure,” Xena murmured, sorrow threading her words. “As I’ll ever be.” [Mind Link—Xena, Liza, Dominic] The dreamscape was brittle, thin as glass. Stars flickered and vanished like dying embers. Fog slithered along the ground, curling into my ankles, cold and accusing. “Liza, Dominic?” Xena called. Only silence answered. Only faint echoes, like whispers that refused to exist. “Why can’t we reach them fully?” I demanded panic threading my words. “You said we were stronger now.”

Their connection felt profound, as if they were two souls intertwined since birth, destined to support and understand each other through life's journey. On the other side of this intricate dream tapestry, Xender's eldest son, Xavier's counterpart, was also lost in slumber, unaware of the mirrored dreamscape unfolding simultaneously. Within his dream, he found himself standing in an entirely different house, a place that radiated an air of familiarity and warmth, much like his own home. The dream home, belonging to Xavier, captivated Xender's son with its cozy ambience and comforting hues.

Next to each other as always, as he remembers them in life, dying together by the grips and bites of vampires. "Fuck!" He screamed shaking in his chair, Xena and Nightingale looked at him confused, he was breathless, sweating and bewildered. "Are you okay?" Xena asked. "Y– yes it was just a nightmare" he said rubbing his face. It has been a while since he had that one, Danté realised no matter how much time passed it was edged into his mind like stone carvings. He rubbed his arms free of the sweat then lifted his hand to press the attendant button.

But the alpha was determined to stand resolute. As the rogue leader's malevolent tirade continued, Xander's stoic facade began to crack. The relentless assault on his leadership, coupled with the haunting memories of a vivid dream, triggered a surge of anxiety that clawed its way into his consciousness. The air around Xander thickened with the weight of impending dread. The images from his dream flashed before his eyes—a harrowing vision where he faced the rogue leader in a battle that seemed destined to end in his demise. The vividness of the dream collided with the reality unfolding before him, blurring the lines between nightmare and wakefulness.