Nightmare X Dream Novels & Stories

They jurked themselves awake once they felt the wetness that ensued from their hunching. Ife couldn’t believe she made it past first base in her sleep with her possible mates. What the fuck would happen if they actually attempted the things she dreamed about? Things became weird between them after that morning. Although they still slept in the same bed with her each night they never spoke of the wet dream action they all thoroughly enjoyed. Alo had caught himself staring at her remembering her calling out his name. Farrell was still caught up in the feel of her body against his. He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could

Wondering what it was, I opened my eyes to see a headless Ben hugging me. I screamed and screamed and pushed him away and continued screaming. His body fell to the floor close to his pool while his head was already floating in the pool. I screamed again and again until I screamed out of my sleep. I jumped up on my bed, clutching my chest tightly. I looked around and realised I was in my room with Lily who was now awake due to my scream. "What's wrong Martha?" She asked worried and a little scared "I had a nightmare" "Its okay, its just a dream" she said, her little voice somehow calming my nerves. I watched her lay down again and closed her eyes.

Her eyes closed. Tabitha jerked up in bed. She could feel her body was soaked with sweat. What kind of dream was that? She looked over at Mark who was still asleep. She slowly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She turned the water on and splashed it on her face. Her mind was still racing. She kept having these dreams but she didn’t know what they meant. Who was the guy in the dreams that she couldn’t see? She never could make out his face. And why was Mark always hurting her in the dreams?

JAX I wake up in a cold sweat, panting as my eyes adjust to the darkness of my room. All the talk lately about the shadow pack and strategizing how to align our defenses with Denver has been seeping into my nightmares, robbing me of sleep. I’m lucky in that I don’t have any personal experience with the shadow pack thus far, but in my nightmares Alpha Xavier is this larger-than-life villain, his followers these soulless, twisted monsters who kill without remorse. Then again, from what I’ve heard about the shadow pack, the version of them in my dreams may not be too far off.

"I’m sorry. I have to stop this before I lose everything.” Xander stands frozen, chest heaving. I see the battle in his gaze—desire and fear, equally matched. "The matebond between us can’t be wrong, Willow." "Mate or not," I say, voice breaking, "I won’t let destiny turn me into a monster." "What do you mean?" His confusion is palpable. "Who is she? What monster?" The cold creeps back in. That dream... that face... that blood. "I..." My voice shakes. "I’ve been having nightmares. Not normal ones. They feel... real."

Charleston expected that from him. "Freshening up?" Mr Donne Spielberg asked with narrowed brows. "I over slept," he said in irritation, taking a bite from a waffle. "I guess the dream took over." Mrs Spielberg groaned. "My son finally had a dream. What's the dream you had all about?” she asked, biting on her cottage bread. Charles groaned irritably as his father and Mr Hensworth fixed their eyes on him attentively. “Do we have to do this now, Mom?” He asked in irritation.

(Xander POV) After I made it home, I took a much-needed shower and brushed my teeth, and got ready to go to bed. Dad had already been sleeping by the time I got home, so I didn’t bother waking him up. It was a couple of hours later when I woke up from a dream I never expected to have. Yes, it was starring Rachael and her gorgeous body, and now I was hard yet again. I can’t even sleep in peace without her taking over my dreams, taking over my thoughts. My mind has been plagued by her presence lately, and it was getting to be too much.

The knife gleamed in her hand, and my scream tore through the dream, waking me with a strangled gasp. My throat was raw. My skin damp with sweat. I pressed a trembling hand to my chest, steadying the wild beat of my heart. In the next room, Xander stirred. But he didn’t come. --- Xander’s POV I couldn’t sleep. I sat in the study, lights low, untouched whiskey sweating in my hand. Fingers tapped rhythmically against the glass. And then it came again. A flash...... Blood. Her eyes wide with fear. A wound. Screaming. Hands grasping. Then....blackness.

I fell back on the bed and fell asleep quickly. A few hours later I was awaked by a knock on the door. Damien entered and placed the tray of food on my dresser. I thanked him but didn’t leave the bed. Exhaustion and fear have nearly crippled me following a horrific dream I had during my nap. I dreamed of Alpha Callan lying dead in the street, Xavier standing over his body. It was similar to a nightmare I had before, but this time it felt real. I stayed huddled under my blankets for some time trying to calm myself.

Xander. My eyes snapped open, my heart pounding, my palms clammy, and I was acutely aware of the dampness between my thighs. Panic mingled with embarrassment as I tried to steady my breathing. Glancing around my dorm room, I was relieved that Lea wasn’t here to witness my obvious turmoil. I am pretty sure I moaned his name in my sleep. What was happening to me? Had I just experienced a vivid and sexual dream about my friend’s elder brother, Xander? No, no, no. No, this is unacceptable.