Nightmares Characters Novels & Stories

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.

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

Perhaps because he understands why I might not want to show myself and because he also knows the kind of situation that we are now in. Throughout the night, I am unable to sleep for long and extended periods. Every hour or two, I am awakened by a bad dream, all of which are similar to one another; Alden and I are in the middle of an activity such as walking around the garden, reading or even fucking, and then somebody comes and attacks us. Most of the time, the person who attacks us is Lena, sometimes it is Karken and a few other times, it is Khimaira. At some point, I decide to just stay awake because if I don’t fall asleep, I can’t have nightmares. It is then that I finally get some rest a

MORGANA FOSTER I wake up from a nightmare with a jolt, my forehead drenched in sweat. It’s one of those nightmares where I’m kidnapped and kept isolated from everyone. It used to feel unreal, but now it feels closer to reality. In the dream, I scream for Ryan, and he isn’t there for me. He’s nowhere near me. My heart trembles, and I get stabbed, bleeding out until I die. I always wake up just before I die.

he said and let out an emotionless laugh. "You know what happened to the woman?" he said which made me shake his head. "The vampires ambush her when she was on her way home. Since the vampire is much stronger than the werewolf, she got killed without the Vampire Prince's knowledge. When he went to their meeting place, a group of werewolves appear and told him how his love died in the forest. He was fuming mad that he wanted to kill those vampires who lay their fingers on his mate but his parents decided to lock him up in the dungeon as a punishment." I wiped my tears upon hearing it. They are so heartless! How could they do that to their son when he only fights for their love? They should wi

“Aren’t you looking for me? Here I am, Little vermin.” “Who the hell are you?” I tried to scream, but my voice was trapped in my throat. My body felt like it was in a vice, unable to move. He chuckled softly, and I could almost picture a sly smirk lingering on his face. “I'm your sweet nightmare, Little vermin. I give both sweet and lethal nightmares you experience every night.”

Salvatore Villa – Julian’s Bedroom Julian's eyes snapped open, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Another nightmare, his constant companion over the past twelve years, haunting his every waking moment. They all spoke the same message. Revenge. Impending danger. And the haunting past. But this time, there was something different. He saw a figure, shrouded in shadows, with a face that refused to take shape. He couldn't fathom if it's a male or female. Julian's mind recoiled from the memory, his thoughts fragmenting like shards of broken glass.

MY HEAD WAS IN pain because it felt like someone was pulling my mind tighter and tighter, and if they didn't let go soon, it was going to snap. I couldn't do anything about it either since I was still under the nightmare Master’s control, performing for these rich socialites or should I say sadistic assholes. Well, I'm not performing that is the job for the freaks that the night remaster sends me. What Doc doesn't realize is that his ability works, and where most of them are freaks, the nightmare master can't stand the sight of, since they are useless. So he sends them here to perform for these assholes.

-I'll fight my fears, Jay, I'll do it for you -I walked over and sat to the side across from him- I promise you my monsters won't defeat me. I realized that what he said was true, I had died in my sleep, one of my fears was to sleep and be trapped in one of my nightmares, not knowing what was real or not. This thing I was living was like a very bad nightmare. And there were monsters lurking: Death, damned souls, and God knows what else I'd be about to discover. Once upon a time a girl was trapped in a nightmare with many monsters to face, Once upon a time a girl was afraid of the dark, demons were about to cross over.

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.