Nightmares Stories Novels & Stories

I arched up my eyebrows at his idea of the game and wondered that whether this all was actually happening or everything was just a beautiful dream. "Mayra I've learned from you that words has enormous power and sometimes few sweet words and a beautiful smile like you can change a nightmare like me. So let's share our stories which were locked in our mind from so long." He suggested but I noticed the sad tone in his voice when he called himself as the nightmare. I held his palm little tightly and tapped my finger softly over it. He sighed deeply.

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.

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.

___________________________________________________________________________ Nightmare /ˈnʌɪtmɛː/ noun 1. a frightening or unpleasant dream. "I had nightmares after watching the horror movie" a very unpleasant or frightening experience or prospect. "the nightmare of racial hatred" ___________________________________________________________________________ 17 / 08 / 2021 1 : 00am

I sit in bed, staring absentmindedly at a corner of the room. Moonlight seeps through the windows and paints everything a serene shade of blue and the silence is calm, but my mind is far away from the present. Unlike my dreams, I remember my nightmares in brutal detail. They are never scary, just reminders of my past and all the things I could have, should have, done differently. My nightmares are a collage of regrets resurfacing to remind me who I am and what I destroyed.

Adam's apple bobs up and down, unsure of the recent nightmare. The Nightmares No one knows when they started, not even his father. In their earliest memory, they remember a little boy waking up screaming and crying over a dream he could not explain. Because the moment he wakes up, he forgets everything. The reason that scares him always remains behind a thick wall of shadows. In his nightmares, he never sees anything clear other than hearing cries and feels pain, as if someone has squeezed his heart and stabbed him in the back. He would always wake up after struggling in the dark, mumbling unrecognizable words.

I had been hounded by nightmares, gnarled reflections of everything I feared most and everything that made me insecure. I had tossed and turned, my mind conjuring up dark scenarios where Alpha Blake turned his back on me, leaving me alone to face the unknown threats lurking around us. Shadows danced in my dreams, faces I couldn't quite recognize but felt an unsettling familiarity with. Nora's smirking visage haunted me the most, a constant reminder of the betrayal I felt brewing.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

I never planned to fuck my boss in the copy room. It started with a late-night deadline and a jammed printer. The building was almost empty at 9:47 p.m. Most of the floor lights were off. Only the emergency strips along the carpet glowed faintly, and the copy room at the end of the hall was the only place still bright. I was in there in my stockinged feet, blouse half-untucked, skirt twisted from hours of sitting, trying to clear a paper jam that refused to die. The machine kept beeping its angry little song. I was muttering curses under my breath when the door opened behind me.

Amber was getting ready for bed in one of the guest rooms and thinking about the plans for tomorrow. She knew this could be very dangerous, and they were going in this will be very little information about the Zombies that have now sprung about. She wondered when these poor people were turned to Zombies if they remembered their past or if they were a new slate, over run with the infection that had created them. She felt tired and wanted to lay down. The thought of sleep would be nice. However, the dream that may and most likely would come would make it be a less restful night. She only needed about 6 hours to really feel right with the world, but that was not guaranteed.