Nightmares Characters Novels & Stories

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

“I think Jasper is trying to say you’re right, and he’s going to apologize so he and Katie can go home and have a mature conversation about this.” “I need her just as much as she needs me.” Jasper leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, facing away from us. I’m not sure if he’s speaking to us or just speaking out loud. He looks defeated, sitting still for a while before he turns his head, not enough to look at us, but enough for us to see his face. “She has nightmares. Kara never did. She told me she was too nervous to sleep. I guess you could say she was an insomniac, but Katie… Katie cries in her sleep. When I wake her up, she tells me about… monsters. I don’t know how else to des

I didn’t need anyone finding out about this meeting. “No, I covered my tracks.” I followed Rook to a spot where he had hidden our two Nightmares. Nightmares are demonic horses that are black with manes and tails made of fire, their eyes are red and unless you are a demon, I wouldn’t recommend touching one. One touch from a nightmare could make you have horrific dreams for the rest of your life. They fed off fear and loved to torment the living. I mounted Amdis, my Nightmare. I've had had him since I was young, and he was loyal. The only one who could ride him was me. If another tried, they would end up seriously injured.

Rey’s pov ; The nightmares were relentless, clawing at my sanity. Each time I closed my eyes, I’d see her—the real daughter of the Carpenter family—standing smugly in my place while I was cast out like trash. In every dream, their cold, merciless faces stared me down as I begged them to reconsider. They didn't care. To them, I was just an imposter. Overnight, I went from the high life, draped in luxury and prestige, to a nameless nobody begging on the streets.

For that moment, they were just shelter. I must have fallen asleep like that, because I woke later to find Jeremy gone and Raphael slumped in an armchair he’d pulled close to the bed, asleep, his head tilted back. The next night, it was Orion’s turn. The nightmare was different this time. More fragmented. Scenes of the mansion, of the brothers’ faces twisting into the faces of the men in masks. I woke with a gasp, my heart trying to beat out of my chest. Orion was already there, sitting beside me, his medical bag open.

I covered him up and climbed into my bed, cutting the lamp off as I reached the top end. It wasn’t long before the nightmares started rolling in. Starting with mom, then dad, Larry, now Lola, and Tommy. All the people I loved, gone. Their deaths, or announcements replaying over and over until everything went black. “It’s our fault everyone is dead. Your father, Larry, Lola, Tommy.” It was Frankie’s voice breaking the silence. “You’re going to end up all alone because of us. Because you fell in love with two monsters, two brothers.”

The image of Luna Tina's body, on the floor, in a pool of blood was one of the scenes that played in my nightmares over and over again. The distressed and horrifying look on both alpha Jerry and Christina's face was etched in my mind, fuelling my nightmares. In some of my nightmares, alpha Jerry would yell at me, say all sorts of profanities to me. In one, he killed, using a sword to stab through my chest.

“Usually I’m aware that I’m having a nightmare. At first, I was stuck and had to move a huge boulder that was about to squash me. Over and over again, I couldn’t move it. I’m just there, pushing with all my might but nothing is happening. This overwhelming sense of dread though…” “I could take it. I know survivors experience nightmares all the time. I thought I was a tough cookie. But when I got home… that’s when the really awful things started. He… there was a man… there is a man in my nightmares. He comes at night. He doesn’t have a face or even a body. He slithers around, in the beginning, he was just black smoke. It was a shape always hovering over me.” I shivered. I cannot explain the d

Dannie had a feeling her grandma wouldn’t approve of her creepiness much. Throwing back the covers, she set her feet on the hardwood flooring. “Son of a bitch, “Dannie said in a sigh. She rested her forearms on her knees. With a slow, deep breath she waited until her heart finally caught on to the fact there was no danger. It was only a nightmare. Another fucking nightmare. As long as Dannie could remember, she had them. On a typical week, Dannie would suffer three to five nightmares. They were all similar in theme: death, mayhem, and suffering— all the good stuff. Though, she never actually had a nightmare with the deabru before. Usually, her nightmares were vague concepts and seemingly sym

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