Nightmares Characters Novels & Stories

“Did I really work for the mafia, and when I suddenly quit? Will they come for their perfect thief and hacker?” “I won't let them take you. You have a life you wan to live.” “That's what I wanted.” She muttered stubbornly. “That was my dream job, and if they want me back, I can work for them.” “Who are they?” “The Rumrat.” She answered. “Are they a mafia? They didn't tell me that they were. They said they were silent She stared at him to see how pale he had gotten. “What is wrong with you?”

Rather than phantom pain from his too recent injuries, all he could think is if he ever can fine to back in stadium. It always started out the same, in the same mocking state of happiness that he knew would disappear, and all he could do was watch. There was always his mother and father, but in the dreams, they weren't his mother and father. They were Amelia and Sebestian, and they were fawning over him. It should have been annoying, but he liked it. It always ended though, too quick. The dream became a nightmare. Brunch became a massacre. Heads of his friends appeared on platters; their body parts mixed into casseroles. The worst was when the dream continued, and Amelia and Sebestian, both

his voice was calm yet sombre. “Nightmare as in a bad dream?” “Bad dreams were named after nightmares, Callista. They are spirits who torment dreamers, feeding off of the terror they create.” “And he works for your brother?” I turned to face him and looked into his eyes, making my mind up to confront him about everything that had been on my mind over the past few weeks. “Morpheus, you need to explain everything to me. You can’t leave me in the dark anymore, not when nightmares are attacking me and women wake up from a coma to tell me you’re in danger and need my help.”

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.

My forehead suddenly creased because it became familiar. "The Luna Princess can create scenarios in her mind to escape reality and that's where the Vampire Prince saw her but didn't even dare to introduce himself as her past lover in her past life because he's afraid that what if the woman that he loves will disappear again just like in her past life? He can't bear that so he's now okay for now to talk to her in her imagination and waited for the right time how to lift the curse," he said and nodded his head. I don't know what to feel now. I should be happy with the story, right? But why do I feel like the story he's talking about seems connected to me or I'm just assuming something?

“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.”

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.