Nightmares Stories Novels & Stories

He gave a light squeeze. “It’s her decision.” Nathan’s anxiety was rising again. The whole session had been such a push and pull, Nathan kept struggling, building walls and breaking them down at the same time and so fast I was having trouble keeping up. “It’s the things my dreams and nightmares are made of.” “Why is that?” Darren asked. “Because, they’re always of her. My dreams turn to poison. Wonderful visions, happiness, which turns to terror.” “We’ll work on that. It will get better, but it’s going to take some time.”

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.

"She's good man. Nightmares are gone since moving in with me and she feels comfortable at work again. I still have eyes on her but she's as free as she needs to be." After Candice was kidnapped by her then coworker and nearly beaten to death by one of our backstabbing members, which I killed, she seemed to be coping well. Austin and she were broken and took a while to find themselves back to each other, but as soon as they did, she began having nightmares and flashbacks. I recognized the symptoms and told her she most likely began having them because she was surrounded by the memories. Whether it was being here at the clubhouse or around the brothers. Everything about the Nightmare Warriors

Faith's Pov: I woke with a gasp, my chest tight as if I had just run a marathon in my sleep. The nightmares were relentless, plaguing my every dream. I hadn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep since I was a child. Every time I tried to close my eyes, I was pulled into a nightmare that felt too real, too vivid. I blinked rapidly, my gaze falling to the alarm clock next to my bed. Three in the morning. Of course. I groaned in frustration, flopping back down onto my pillow, my body a tangled mess of frustration and exhaustion.

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

I could hear my heart pounding inside my chest and my vein thumping in my throat. "So before taking another wrong step think about your little friend here," he spoke. He had filled the remaining distance between us and towered over me. I looked at Claire, who was staring back at me. This man has destroyed everything of me before and now, he was back to destroy me. You must be wondering who this man was and why was he after me. So, let's start from the beginning. This story began about a year ago. On my birthday night, that night which became my worst nightmare. I remember it as if it only happened yesterday.

NADINE My entire sleep was riddled with nightmares of a one-eyed wolf with thinning fur snarling fiercely at me. I was too shocked to move and kept screaming until it was dragged away by a huge wolf and flung into the darkness. The nightmare kept replaying over and over and I had no idea when it stopped.

CHAPTER 18. HAUNTED BY MY NIGHTMARES HARA LUCID NIGHTMARES. That's what they call it. Because in the nightmare I'm having at the moment, I'm aware that I'm dreaming, that I'm having another nightmare. And they weren't just any random nightmares, they were a reoccurrence of my past with Roland. *

Ken asks while trying to make the conversation a little lighter. "I swear, Ken. Big huge hairy creatures that shift between men....and ugly wolf-men hybrids...They also talked about vampires at the place they held me for four days. We don't live in the world we think we do...I swear on mom. The girl I escaped with...they shot her in the back of the head. To escape from the basement I made the furnace explode...I killed people to get away from them, Kenny. I became a monster to escape monsters. I would never make that up," I declare, and Ken's eyes widen as he digests my words.

He woke up drenched in sweat, clutching his blanket as if it were a weapon. Mia avoided mirrors entirely, terrified of what she might see. The vivid images of clawed beasts and shadowy landscapes haunted her dreams, leaving her tired and irritable during the day. Ryan tried to brush it off, telling himself it was just nightmares. But deep down, he felt it too—the sense that they had faced something unimaginable and lived to tell the tale. The nightmares grew worse as time went on. Each of them saw the same things: a dark realm filled with monstrous creatures, battles fought with desperate courage, and the feeling of being hunted.