Nightmares Characters Novels & Stories

Lana reminds me of one of those boyish runway models, where Bree is a pinup girl. Bree is not the only one who has been having weird nightmares, though. Over the past year, I’ve been having terrifying nightmares too. It happens every few weeks. And every time it happens, I’m afraid that I’ll never wake up. It is the most terrifying of all. It always starts out the same…

I felt disappointed with myself. After the bindings being lifted I thought I’d feel free and empowered. But it was short lived and I just felt sad and exhausted. Brett had barely left my side and if he needed to, my parents, Jeremy, Louis or Lugh watched me. The nightmares came mainly at night where I was trying to reach Thomas down a corridor covered in smoke and flames but I could never get to him in time. I would then wake up sweating and gasping for breathe. I would then be hushed back to sleep or if Brett, cuddled. Brett walked in on Lugh cuddling me once and hit the roof. Lugh disappeared right in front of me, a trick he only seems to use when in life or death situations.

He exhaled a deep breath and then rubbed his face with both of his palms. I waited for his next reaction but nothing came out from his mouth. He just stared at the floor. I licked my lips in hesitation and tried to figure out the strange expression he has on his face. "As long as I remember, sleep was never my thing because whenever I tried to sleep, I was afraid of having a nightmare." "See the irony the person who himself call as nightmare was really scared of them." He added and closed his eyes again. I quietly looked at him, waiting for his next words.

He woke up drenched in sweat, clutching his blanket as if it were a weapon. Mia avoided mirrors entirely, terrified of what she might see. The vivid images of clawed beasts and shadowy landscapes haunted her dreams, leaving her tired and irritable during the day. Ryan tried to brush it off, telling himself it was just nightmares. But deep down, he felt it too—the sense that they had faced something unimaginable and lived to tell the tale. The nightmares grew worse as time went on. Each of them saw the same things: a dark realm filled with monstrous creatures, battles fought with desperate courage, and the feeling of being hunted.

His head was still pounding, so he took a few pills and curled up on the bed. A long while later, he slowly drifted off to sleep. However, it was not a good night’s sleep, as he was having a nightmare. In his nightmare he saw, Charlotte leave him holding another man’s hand intimately. ‘Who on the earth was he?’ Darren was trying his best to catch up with them, but he couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried. In the end, he was met with Charlotte's cold eyes.

In my previous life, my fate had been tampered with, and as a result, I died a gruesome death. When I got to live my life a second time, I vowed to get even with my mate and cousin. I would take back everything that was mine. … "Elena, I don't think I'm going to hold out much longer. You should pick one of these four werewolves to be your mate so that when I breathe my last, I can rest in peace under the radiant presence of the Moon Goddess."

“No, no, please...stop,” Myra whimpers in her sleep, trapped in a nightmare where she’s back in the cage, at the mercy of Verik, who looms over her; she struggles, but feels paralyzed. And right by her side on the floor were the corpses of Draven, Tarrin, and her friends. The scene was horrific, with blood everywhere, and Myra finds herself screaming as her eyes fly open to see Draven holding and shaking her.

Amara’s POV Sleep, that usually offered a sweet oblivion, had become a treacherous landscape haunted by the fractured images of my nightmare. The comforting darkness of our bedroom now felt thin and permeable, every rustle of leaves outside sounding like the stealthy approach of unseen enemies, every shadow in the periphery of my vision twisting into the monstrous form that had pursued Jaxon in my terror-stricken sleep. The vibrant strength of Ryder, the unwavering resolve of Caden, the playful agility of Jaxon – all had been rendered fragile and broken in the horrifying theater of my mind, leaving behind a gnawing anxiety that clung to me like a second skin, a chilling residue that even the

River stared at him with disbelief as possibilities of what could come after her carrying out his order flew to her in quick succession. Undress? In his chambers? The thought was terrifying, yet a strange thrill shot through her. Fear turned her voice husky. "Undress, Lord Draven? I don't think that's a… a good idea." She kept her eyes downcast, afraid to meet his gaze, the room spinning around her. Lord Draven was a powerful vampire, an enigma she couldn't decipher. One moment he was a terrifying force, the next, a strangely seductive presence. His personality was too hard to crack. It seemed she was destined to be doomed by the hands of enigma men.

The next day David woke up early since it was Saturday he had nowhere to go. He He decided to go and check up on Stella and admit his feelings for her. He decided to stop being a coward and take responsibility for her pregnancy. He was ready to do anything for her to forgive him and give him a second chance. He went to her door and was about to knock when he heard her talking but this time it seems like her constant nightmare she always tell him about. He opened the door and went inside and Tru to his thought she was having a nightmare. He walked up to her on the bed and woke her up cuddling her. "Is okay baby. I'm here don't be scared." He started coaxing her when she started crying. "David