Nightmares Novels & Stories

I had failed her, despite promising myself that I wouldn't let her cry. My mood soured and I felt shittier than before. “Let's sleep.” She nudged, trying to place my back on the bed. I resisted. “Damon,” she sighed. “What if I have another nightmare?” I had had five nightmares in two days. I didn't think closing my eyes was a luxury I wanted to engage in anymore. It was as if the demons in my subconscious lurked around nearby, ready to yank me into darkness anytime I let down my guard and closed my eyes.

Mia really was a magnet for weirdos. He can’t deal with this right now. He wasn’t at his best today. Last night, he’d had a nightmare. It was dark except for an artificial blue light dangling above his head. Below the light, he was trapped in a pool full of blood, bodies, and huge wooden puzzle pieces. Corpses. Cut-up and torn. Bodies. Decomposing limbs. Eyes pulled from their sockets. Worms and maggots feasting on the carnage. And everywhere it reeked of blood. Even now and fully awake, he could smell it in the air.

Roisin The nightmares hadn’t stopped. I woke up with a start, my body drenched in sweat, my heart pounding against my ribcage. It was always the same—Azmariah, the blood, the haunting image of her reaching out to me, calling my name with her lifeless eyes. No matter what I did, I couldn’t escape it. I thought that rejecting Visaris would bring an end to all this. I thought the nightmares were a result of the bond, that maybe the connection between us was dragging me into something dark, something I shouldn’t have been a part of. But even then, after the rejection… they persisted.

“Poor puppy. Why have you not said anything about this…?” Cameron shrugged and reached out, cupping her shoulders and stroking down the rounds of her arms, to her hands, and linking their fingers, his eyes on the contrast of her white, smooth skin against the work-roughened callouses of his. “I have dreams… Nightmares,” he corrected himself. “Blood and gore, horror sort of nightmares. Moments from Haven Farm, or getting shot… Or Heath covered in blood, Rhett chained to the wall… Stomach-churning nightmares.” His skin prickled with sweat just recalling them.

Bad. Cash and I were the only ones that survived the Nightmare from our family. Mom and Dad were already sick by the time the vampires came to our home to 'save' us. The vamps were only there for me. They had found out about my IQ and wanted my brain to join them. I had insisted that they saved my brother as well. I may have made it a deal breaker.

Dannie had a feeling her grandma wouldn’t approve of her creepiness much. Throwing back the covers, she set her feet on the hardwood flooring. “Son of a bitch, “Dannie said in a sigh. She rested her forearms on her knees. With a slow, deep breath she waited until her heart finally caught on to the fact there was no danger. It was only a nightmare. Another fucking nightmare. As long as Dannie could remember, she had them. On a typical week, Dannie would suffer three to five nightmares. They were all similar in theme: death, mayhem, and suffering— all the good stuff. Though, she never actually had a nightmare with the deabru before. Usually, her

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Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

said Astrid, realizing that Dahlia had given obvious instructions. The opposite of nightmares was a sweet dream with a lullaby. Edmund was right. The Nightmares didn't consume magic energy to enlarge its body and strength. They feed on human fear. That's why they had a frightening form to terrorize their prey. The more fearful the target was, the more food The Nightmares would consume.

NIGHTMARES. A very bad or frightening dream. Anna was starting to lose count of the number of nightmares she’s been having since Josh’s death but whenever she woke up with one, clearing her head with a jog had been working well on her. She lets out a sigh as she turns sideways to stare at the mini alarm clock she had next to her bed. The time read 6:00 am and she hated the fact that she had to be awake at this early hour of the day.