Nightmares Characters Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

Not wanting to worry them could only go so far, and at this point, sleep had been far and reaching. Her nightmares were getting worse. Almost of all them featured Randy. In some, he was the monster. In others, he was disappearing and no matter how much she chased, he fell into this dark hole she couldn't seem to reach. Jackson was always there to save her in every single one, but she woke up covered in sweat and her chest felt like it was going to pound straight out of her chest. She wondered why, it was like she had a sinking bad feeling that she couldn't place.

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.