Nightmare X Dream Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Men, women, and children lie dead across the ground with blood soaking the earth beneath them. Sometimes there are body parts scattered everywhere. Sometimes entire buildings collapse while people scream for help. The part that haunts me the most is always Xavier. I always see him dead, his head severed from his body while his lifeless grey eyes stare directly at me. Every single time I wake up shaking violently and drenched in sweat, unable to erase the horrifying images from my mind and almost immediately afterward, the pain returns all over again. And as I curl up on my bed writhing in pain, I always wonder why I’m even worried about the dream coming true.

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

She was more alive in the Land of Nod than in the current world. But, if dreams are films, do they have producers, script-writers, directors, and all the other crew members required to make one? Catherine asked that, and somehow her mom would then explain to her that her dreams were non-lucid, that they were often bizarre and incoherent. And just a simple thought. Nothing out of the ordinary. And her mother assumed that most of them were forgotten when she awoke. That was what she often broached. Unbeknownst to her, Catherine could recall every single dream she had since forever. Catherine's dream characteristics could even clash with those of a film.

And then I was on the floor, Xander's head in my lap, his body lay limp on the ground. His eyes still looked at me with a smile, his lips uttering the last words before he closed his eyes. The shock was too much for me, I was shouting his name aloud, doing anything to wake him up, but all in vain. I even slapped him, I slapped, pinched, and bit myself, thinking that this is all just a dream and I just need to wake up, but what I didn't know was that it was just the beginning of my never-ending nightmares.

Raymond asked as he also stood up from the sofa and run his hands down his face. “She woke up in the middle of the night and made every one of us more comfortable, but when she came to Xavier, he looked like he was having a nightmare. She calmed you down and then guess got caught up with you and fell asleep there.” Matthew said with a smile on his face, remembering how his mate tried to take care of everyone last night. Xavier looked down at Jess. He felt a sudden gratitude that couldn’t be explained. He had had nightmares ever since they returned home after the incident and nothing could ever help him stop them, but Jess did, Xavier couldn’t even remember if he dreamt last night, let alone

She sat up on bed with a jerk taking fast breathe. Her whole body is covered with cold sweat . Placing her trembling hand on her wild heart she tried to control her ragged breath. Again that screams . Again she is haunted by that voices. Again that nightmare. Closing her eyes she calm her heart beat. With a long sigh she finally open eyes and darted them onto wall. 6am. "Thank god", she mumble rubbing her face. Thank god she wake up on time. Her eye bangs are evidence that she didn't have a proper sleep. First because of Damian stunt and then these nightmares.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle