Nightmares Characters Novels & Stories

I looked down at my hands, afraid I would start sobbing again. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled. “I don’t even know your name.” A small, almost shy smile touched his lips. It transformed his face, making him look younger. “Marcus. My name is Marcus.” “Thank you, Marcus,” I said, feeling his name on my tongue. It suited him. Strong. Solid. He nodded. Then he added, “Marcus Wilson.” The air left the room. I stared at him. The world tilted on its axis. Thorne.

“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

The nightmares did not stop. Every night, the ghosts came. My mother, her face twisted into a mask of shadow, her voice accusing. Kaelen, his eyes black, his hands reaching for my throat, his fingers cold. Lorna, her white hair wild, her crown of thorns dripping blood that sizzled where it touched the floor. Marcus, laughing, always laughing, his black eyes watching me from the corners of my dreams, his voice whispering that I would never be free.

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.

But as she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't shake off the feeling that her life would never be the same again. Matilda's sleep was plagued by nightmares. She tossed and turned, her mind filled with images of her parent's death. She saw their lifeless bodies lying on the ground, their blood staining the grass. She heard their screams of terror and pain echoing in her ears. The nightmares were vivid and terrifying, and she couldn't escape them.

Racer breathed. “This will not suffice if we must be away from you.” Vanquish’s hand fell to the tabletop with it in hand and his eyes roved my face as if memorizing every line of it. Somehow, I’d known he would be the one that’d be difficult. He always is… *** I knew I’d been having the same nightmares again because when I finally started enough to wake up, I found my mates curled into a frame around me. One on each side and one slung across the foot of the bed. Their dark shadows calm as they rested in slumber.

ORSON’S POV Elora Amoh! The name had replayed in my head for years. For so many years. It stuck in my mind like that incident—the beautiful, innocent little Elora who would never hurt a bee. For so long, I had stayed in the shadows, watching her like a hawk, the guilt from years before threatening to tear my heart apart.

All must suffer,’ she growled, pushing against the walls I’ve tried to erect in my mind. No, I told her. it’s over. There is no need for it. I was exhausted, tired of fighting to keep the nightmares away. But they still haunt me: Yves, his friends, the men who tried to rape me, and now Olivia. I see their faces, the terror in their eyes as I ripped out their hearts. I am Death. It was dark. Was I dreaming? The lines blurred between sleep and waking. It left me uncertain where I stood. Of course, the healer gave me a sedative at Magnus’ order. I tried to fight it, but the drug won. Didn’t they understand? I mustn’t sleep! It wasn’t safe. She could escape.

I am a girl who is afraid to close her eyes because of the haunted nightmares I usually have, anytime i closes my eyes those nightmares always disturbs me. Those are not just nightmares, they are things that happened in the past. The past that made me a heartless and ruthless monster. Those nightmares reminds me of the pain and loss that i am going through. Those nightmares made me a ruthless monster whose name creates fear and havoc in the life of people. It gave me a new identity, above all it made me Queen of mafia. When will i ever be free from those nightmares? When will i ever be free from the painful and sad memories of that unfortunate day that ruined my life and that of my kid broth

Your sister is next! Your, Nightmare There was a roaring wolf stamp and the end of the letter. I wonder how they know that I'm alive. First of all, I don't even know who 'they' are. After brainstorming I concluded. I think I know who they are. They surely did not name themselves but they did leave a small sign. The roaring wolf confirms it.