Nightmares Stories Novels & Stories

I want him to know that I will not be in any danger again because we will both protect each other. “Being with you means accepting the fact that I will constantly be facing nightmares and I am fine with that.” I lifted my head and stared at his eyes. “You can call me crazy but those nightmares enticed me into entering your whole life.” “Asper…” I smiled. “I love you, Caspian Jyn.” I caressed his cheeks. “And I am ready to face any kind of nightmare just to be with you.” “But…”

"Did you know that dullahans have literal nightmares as steeds? As in the levitating spectral demon horses usually only commanded by the King of Dreams?" I stood up, making a shot for the garbage can with my cup. It bounced off the rim and scared a stray tabby cat. Well if that wasn't a metaphor for this conversation, I don't know what was. "Because I sure as hell didn't when I'd asked him to take me home!" Fun fact: Nightmares are actually very sweet once you get past the teeth. Not so fun fact: They like sudden drops when flying. "Promise. Details," Noelle threatened with a current of magenta magic sparking at her fingers. "Now!"

Stella replied quickly feeling shy already. Later at night David heard some uncomfortable sound and decided to raise his heard and see what's happening. He saw Stella having a nightmare. "No... No... No... Mom, Dad wake up don't go please... don't leave me here alone please..." David heard everything and was confused as to why she was mentioning her parents names. "Did they abandon her... no if they did she wouldn't be running their company. What really happened to her then."David couldn't place the two together because he once overhead the nurses conversing about her nightmare always mentioning her parents names. He was still thinking when he felt a tight squeeze on his hand and decided to

I scream that they may have tattooed me, but I’m not one of them and I don’t want to go on anymore stupid missions. It works better than I hoped. Carden doesn’t stop by for days on end leaving me with my nightmares. They become stronger with each passing day. I wake up breathless. I wake up crying. I wake up with my fists clenched to the point of having bloody nail marks dug into my palms. I wake up with a scream. And then I don’t wake up at all.

“Every shadow makes me jump. I see Victoria in every corridor, every corner of my mind.” He writes something, then lifts his eyes. “Tell me about the nightmares. How do they happen?” I close my eyes, reliving scenes that torment me night after night. “It all starts in my old bedroom at my father’s house. I hear footsteps in the hallway. I know it’s Victoria, but I can’t move, I’m stuck. Then…” my voice falters. “Then it’s not me in bed anymore. It’s Oliver and Noah.” “And what happens next?”

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

“Tell me about the nightmares.” I exhale, leaning back in the chair. I don’t like that I have to retell them, but I need the help. “They always start off… nice. A memory of me and Luca. Something happy. But then they shift. They always end the same way—with him dying. With me losing him.” She leans forward slightly. “That must be exhausting.” She has no idea. “It is,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “Do you think being back in the country is triggering them?”

"Crazy?" Xanti asked. He wouldn't deny that he was also terrified when the conversation was about a ghost. "You can see his behaviors earlier, when he's speaking his eyes looking around and suddenly smile and when you entered I noticed him screaming outside," said Nash even though he was terrified. "What is he shouting?" They all asked. The three stopped shouting and started listening to them.. "My child....give my daughter back....Where is my daughter Casey?! Wait who is Casey hahahaha." They stopped when Nash suddenly did what the old man did earlier.

the doctor said. "Night terrors?" I asked incredulously. "Yes," the doctor continued, his eyes shifting between Malik and me as if trying to bridge the gap with his gaze. Night terrors are episodes of intense fear, screaming, and flailing while still asleep. They're more common in children but can occur in adults, especially under significant stress or psychological strain." "This is ridiculous," I muttered to myself with a scoff. Malik’s expression shifted; his brows furrowed deeply, carving lines of concern across his forehead. He turned towards me. "But she mentioned seeing visions and feeling like she's destined to kill me. Is that part of the condition?" he asked the doctor.

“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.”