Nightmare X Dream Novels & Stories

I ask, my voice quieter than I intend. Maverick bites his lip, eyes wide. "I had a dream about him. Last night. He was standing and waving at me from afar." “Me too!” Makayla nods quickly. "In my dream. He picked me up and spun me around, then he looked at Maverick and smiled." My breath catches in my throat. Oh Goddess. How is this happening? How is Xarion already invading their dreams? "Tell us the truth, Mommy," Maverick says, crawling closer. "Is he our Daddy?"

This voice sounded like it was coming from the bog itself, but I couldn’t see anything or anyone that could create such a sound, suddenly I felt something grab hold of me and pull me out of bog towards a light. I snapped my eyes open to see Ryder sitting right in front of me on my bed, I try to move away from him still waking up from clearly a bad nightmare that had the hairs on the back of my neck standing on ends, he sees that I’m trying to move away from him and pulls me into a warm hug to calm my heart rate down. I’m starting to calm down being in his arms and trying to focus on my breathing to take deeper breaths, I feel a tear fall from my chin and its only then that I notice that I’m

"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."

As we settle in for a relaxing dinner, the events of the day slowly fade into the background, replaced by a sense of contentment and camaraderie. As the night unfolds, I drift into a restless sleep, my mind plagued by swirling visions and fragmented dreams. But amidst the chaos of my subconscious, a new sensation takes hold—a sense of clarity and purpose unlike anything I've experienced before. In my dream, I find myself standing in a vast, sunlit meadow, the grass soft beneath my feet and the air alive with the sound of laughter. And there, in the heart of the meadow, I see Xander, my beloved mate, playing and running with a young girl by his side.

“No!“ The word escaped his lips breaking out into a sorrowful verbal expression. Anyone could hear the abstract pain in his voice. It was beyond devastating. Xander chest rose and fell struggling to catch some air as he jolted out of his sleep. His nightshirt was stuck to his chest as he was drenched in sweat from his blood-curdling nightmare. It was just a dream. It wasn't real. He closed his eyes trying to breathe deeply and calm his racing heart.

Have you been broken in a way that you could not understand how to mend yourself ? i bearly slept for 2 hours last night . After offering prayer i slept but my nightmare woke me up and after that i could not sleep. Flahback : I was sitting in my room , my own home with my head in my mothers lap and she was moving her fingers in my head . it was so peaceful and i was happy being near to her. but suddenly the door of my room opened and xavier entered...... he was so angry, i quickly got up from my mother lap and stood up straight . xavier pulled out a gun from his back and shot my mother straight in her heart i was covered in her blood ...my mother's blood "i told you if you run away from me ,

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

No discrimination between wolves, vampires or humans. Though I had such a beautiful experience when I settled for the night I had a terrible nightmare. I was drenched in blood standing in the midst of bodies faces I could recognize, Sia, Giveon, Max, Brad and Nathan. The dream shattered with a violent jolt. I shot upright in bed, sweat clinging to my skin, my heart slamming against my ribs. My breathing was ragged, but the images refused to fade. The metallic scent of blood still lingered in my nostrils, the cries still rang in my ears.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

“I know.” Later that night, curled up in Xavier’s arms, I couldn’t sleep. My mind was a chaotic storm, and every time I managed to drift off, nightmares would jolt me awake. In my dreams, I kept seeing Vivian’s head being chopped off and Cecilia screaming, accusing me of her death. Each time I woke up in a panic, Xavier was right there, pulling me close and whispering reassurances, reminding me that it was just a nightmare. But even his soothing voice couldn’t chase away the images. I tossed and turned, struggling to quiet my mind. Eventually, exhaustion won, and I slipped into an uneasy sleep.