Nightmares Book Novels & Stories

The nightmares did not stop. Every night, the ghosts came. My mother, her face twisted into a mask of shadow, her voice accusing. Kaelen, his eyes black, his hands reaching for my throat, his fingers cold. Lorna, her white hair wild, her crown of thorns dripping blood that sizzled where it touched the floor. Marcus, laughing, always laughing, his black eyes watching me from the corners of my dreams, his voice whispering that I would never be free.

As evidence of this, the crown prince’s elite troops, the White Eagle Knights, were famous for having the highest survival rates while taking on the most dangerous mission. Anyway, that also became a constant reminder for me that I was currently living in a fantasy world that somehow became my reality. It doesn't make it easier though. I've been having nightmares recently. It was mostly Bella's memories. But there were some nightmares about future events in the book, like when Bella killed the imperial family, and when she was being executed. All of that felt so real, it was like I was experiencing it myself. It scared me to the bone. As a result, I've been very stressed due to lack of sleep

His head resting along my shoulder. I knew I needed to get home. Knew my mother would be worried. But I was too tired to object to him sleeping. Nothing beyond this moment seemed real. For all I know he may be able to rewind time. Or wipe their memories of any trace of himself. Without further thought, darkness swallowed me, and I gave in to slumber. *** The nightmare I had was one of the most horrifying, I’d ever experienced. I was in the WitchFall dungeon. Surrounded by women who hung from the chains and ropes and on the racks. Their faces contorted in silent anguished screams.

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

“Come on, Dannie. What do you want me to say? You had a bad dream, sleepwalked to the uber-creepy book. It’s nothing to freak out about. The full moon is tomorrow or tonight...I guess it’s early morning. It’s just stress getting into your head.” “Really, that’s it? You think I’m making this all up? Cass, I’m having really real nightmares about the deabru, and I sleepwalked to a deabru’s black magic book. That doesn’t strike you in the least as a little odd?” “Knowing you, no.” Dannie pulled back, hurt. “Excuse me?”

reynolds Sign Out Broken dreams Edit Paywalled Published in 2023-02-19 15:32:56 321Words Days passed soon , today sunitas mil was arriving home after five months , sunita was shivering from inflence and fear to fear of the stories she heard frm cousin in laws . But she was sure that she will not get affected by those scarry stories and will put into all her efforts to win her mils heart.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

There was an obvious distance growing between us. Tonight was the night of a full moon. A bliss for werewolves—all except me. My stomach twisted at the thought. The full moons always brought me nightmares; strange visions that clawed their way into my head until I woke up screaming. I didn’t know if they were some kind of warnings, lost memories, or just my own fears twisted to make me uneasy. One thing was for sure: every time, they left me puzzled. I turned on my side and reached for a book hidden under my pillow—the same one the old healer had given to me before he passed. His voice still ringing in my head, telling me that the book held answers—maybe answers about my dreams—and maybe ans

Her heart pounded in her chest, the remnants of the nightmare clinging to her like a suffocating fog. The room was bathed in an ethereal light as Luna realized it was all just a dream, a twisted creation of her fearful imagination. Yet, the remnants of the nightmare lingered, leaving her trembling with the weight of a reality she couldn't fully comprehend. As Luna sat there, breathless and tormented, trying to process the horror that had unfolded in her subconscious mind, she couldn't escape the pervasive feeling that there was more to her nightmares than meets the eye. The secrets of her past, the tragic fate of her mother, clung to her like a shroud of mystery, leaving her yearning for ans

He didn’t come closer, just settled back into the chair, eyes never leaving my face. We didn’t speak. We didn’t have to. His presence was enough to remind me I wasn’t in a Bloodthorn cell or a witch’s circle. This was my room. My walls. My bed. Eventually, my heartbeat slowed. At some point, I drifted off again. The nightmares came back in flickers over the next few days. Sometimes, it was the auction hall. Sometimes, the market. Sometimes, the web’s black dome closing overhead. I’d jolt awake with my fingers clawing at my own skin, breath heaving, the phantom bite of metal tightening around bone.