Nightmares Characters Novels & Stories

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

After that, Marcus stopped trying. Marcus had been convicted of fraud. Nothing violent. He was forty-one, with the tired face of a man who had spent his life avoiding trouble. Prison was supposed to be a brief stop, a lesson. But on his very first night, the nightmares began. From his very first day in prison, Marcus began having nightmares, always the same dream. He dreamed he was walking down a pitch-black alley. The walls were damp, the air thick with the smell of rotting fruit. Far ahead, a single streetlamp flickered, casting a weak yellow circle on the ground. Beneath that light stood a woman in a red dress. Her back was to him. Her hair was long and black, hanging like a curtain. And

MAYA Seven days since Damien's death. Seven nights of waking up screaming. Seven mornings of finding Asher exhausted but determined, refusing to let me face the darkness alone. The nightmares had become routine. Predictable in their horror. I would dream of killing everyone I loved. Of the power consuming me until I was nothing but a vessel of destruction. Of standing over Asher's body, my hands dripping with his blood, smiling. Tonight's nightmare was the worst yet. I stood in the throne room, but it was filled with corpses. Every person who had ever trusted me. Wolves and Lycans. Blue Moon survivors. Palace staff. All of them dead by my hand.

There probably wasn't anyone in the world who hated Zack more than I did. However, the little time I had left didn't allow me to continue clinging to my hatred. I was exhausted and didn't even have the strength left to hate another werewolf. I no longer recalled how I managed to survive for the past few years. I would have nightmares every night, dreaming about Dad's face that was twisted in horror during his death, Mom's crazed voice, and Wanda's smug expression. Zack was also a recurring character in the nightmares that haunted me. Dad wasn't the only werewolf that died that night. The version of me that still harbored hope for love and daydreamed about the future also died on that rainy n

“Okay, I’ll process that later. So I’m a witch, you’re a witch, Alex and Chase are warlocks. Jax and Tyler are werewolves, and Kai and Randall are vampires. Who the fuck are the fae? I haven’t heard any stories about them.” A look of pain passed over Jackson’s face. He shook his head as if to clear his mind of the thoughts he was having. My heart ached for him, as the pain was so clearly written on his face. I could tell from that look he hated the fae. He spoke with such malice and hatred in his tone when he answered my question.

Telling him the exact old told tale. “Don’t you remember those happy voices in your mind as you sleep? Or maybe the screams you hear of terror in a nightmare. What is a nightmare? Isn’t a nightmare a small prison you’re trapped in, with no hopes of waking? Why? Because you never know you’re asleep. You forget everything, your name, your life, and who you are. The only thing to accompany you are the monsters that laugh in your mind, that taunt you, knowing everything. Your life, your happiness, everything that had been stolen away. But the scariest part of the nightmare won’t be the monsters. They aren’t scary themselves. The most fearful thing of all is that they are yours. That you can hear

--- IDENTITY Full Name: Guy Johnson Callsign: Nightmare Aliases: n/a Piloting Licenses: Civilian Commercial Industrial MEDICAL Age: 23 Gender: Male Hair Color: Blond Eye Color: Blue Ethnicity: Human Height: 175 cm Weight: 68 kg Build: Athletic Markings/Scars: n/a UNLAWFUL ACTIVITY Crimes Against Persons. Assault x 16 Murder x 4 Rape x 8 Robbery x 2

It was just that a shuddering nightmare fragmented his slumber in the earliest hours of darkness, waking him up, panting badly and sweating like he recently had a bath. The nightmare contained her. Lisa. He watched her getting tormented. Humiliated. Hurt. She was being dragged naked in his nightmare on the streets of her pack he never visited physically. Her skin was seen being defiled by the horny evil soldiers of her pack while Jeremy, that bastard she chose over him, stood next to his father in a high position watching everything unfold across his view cheerfully. He saw her tears. The pallid shade of her face and hollowness in her eyes. She was anything but alive.

Valerie said as she shuddered. "Yeah. Well, let me get back out there while these are cooking. Don't worry, Val, I'll be careful if that guy comes back in here." "Alright, girl. I'll talk to you later." Tabitha wasn’t going to tell Valerie about the dreams involving Mark. Those were the real nightmares. They had evolved from just him raping her after being with the man she couldn’t see. There were several where he forced himself on her. She shuddered as she thought about those. That was part of her past that she didn’t care to remember.

She would always stand by June in this. Breathing became difficult for a while as she was being torn in half. She was now the one with her head underwater, and no one to help her like she did Mitsuhide so many weeks ago. When she willingly walked into a nightmare. Now the nightmare was there to take over her life as well.