Nightmare X Dream Novels & Stories

He looked at Elena who gave him a side glance before going to meet the kid and carrying him in her arms. "What's wrong, baby? Why are you awake?" Elena asked him. He blinked wondering what was happening, his eyes glued on the both of them. "I had a nightmare, mommy." Xander made it known, putting his head on his mom's shoulder. Elena patted his back. "It's okay, son. I'll put you back to bed." But as she was about to head to the stairs, Xander looked over her shoulder at the man just standing and looking at him. "Who are you?"

"I've been having these recurring nightmares," I looked around the room; my confession had grasped all of their attentions and they seemed at loss for words. Janelle who had always been the practical one, nodded sympathetically. "Dannie, it's normal to have nightmares after what you've been through. Your mind is still processing the trauma." She said. On my right, Sofia leaned forward. Her brown eyes were filled with concern as she said, "Dannie, tell us about your nightmares. Maybe talking about them will help."

"I swear, my little one, no one will take you from me. No one." The night was heavy, as if the very air was made of lead. My dreams were haunted by images of Valentim tearing my baby from my arms and the face of Xavier, injured and humiliated. I moaned in my sleep, trapped in this never-ending nightmare, until an abrupt noise outside woke me up.

Cradling Mocha close to herself, she closed her eyes, ready to drift off to sleep. The sound of the door opening alerted her, and she turned around to look at the person who had entered the room. It was Alexander, and he was observing her. For a few minutes, they bitched and stared at each other. “I wanted to check if you were alright.” He muttered. “Go away!” She yelled. “I want to sleep.” “You are drunk.” Alexander muttered. “That’s no way to sleep on a bed.”

I jolted awake, trembling violently as cold sweat clung to my skin. A nightmare. Only a nightmare… though Hazel remained strangely restless beneath my skin. Suddenly, the door pushed open and Dominic crossed the room in seconds, concern darkening his expression. He was beside me before I could steady my breathing, his hand closing around mine. "Are you hurt, Natalia?" "I heard you from the room beside yours.” I turned my gaze to him as I regained my composure. "I–I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face.

"Peggy, I called you in today to discuss the details of your report." Just that one sentence from the nightmarish voice was enough to summon the fear that had haunted my countless midnight awakenings. I hid the knife behind me and turned around. It was Wyatt, but not the man from my memories. This Wyatt looked more like a monster born from my fear. His face sagged crookedly, drool trickled from the corners of his twisted lips, and his bulging eyes burned bright and deranged. I took two steps back. I should have seen it sooner from the gentle ghosts, familiar classroom, detailed clues… Everything had gone way too smoothly.

* Jane Dankworth * I did not notice the exact time I fell asleep, until the memories of what happened came to haunt me in dreams. A scream, coming from me escaped my throat, though in the dream, I couldn't tell it was me until the echo broke through the dark. I was again back in that office, the shadows bending like hands reaching for me. There was a smear of blood on the glass, my heels slipping against the floor, and someone was shouting my name but I couldn't find the door.

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.

He looked first at me then to Veda and finally over to Josh, who had already taken a seat in his usual recliner. I looked up at him and choked out without believing it myself. “I don't know. But last night I dreamed that Laylan had met a man named Daemon.” I must have been convincing enough for Mitchell because I could see his eyes calm at my statement. I watched him as he walked around the couch and took a seat in the opposing recliner from Josh. We all talked about my dreams and what they could possibly mean though none of their ideas seemed to be to my liking. But I told them all about my dreams and even my vision that I had had as Josh and I were swimming. I told them all what all I had

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.