Oblivion Through A Nightmare Darkly Novels & Stories

Before it got worse. I would intend to ask my mom if I could stay home or pretend to be sick. But I couldn’t. I fought every morning. But nothing changed in a positive way. I could only say less and less. It didn’t help that I couldn’t sleep. Every time I started to feel sleep pull me, I was immediately ripped into the middle of a nightmare. The themes were the same. Dark forest. Hands all over me. Sometimes I would nearly see my salvation, a pair of silver eyes, but other times I wouldn’t.

The light emitting from the mobile screen made him look frightening. “Made the wrong choice, Dorogoy,” Austin… My breathing got heavier as no one said anything. The sound of the eerie night, the crickets and a few hoots of the owls were prominent. Suddenly a bright light blinded me; I waited for my eyes to get adjusted to the sudden brightness then I looked around to find a dozen men wearing night vision glasses and the devil was standing right in front of me with the same glasses as the rest of his men. “I purposely left the door unlocked, unguarded but what do you do when you get the chance? You escaped. Probably the worst choice you made,” He said and hauled me up to stand on my feet but

Will she take a chance on him despite the added complications of her pregnancy and past heartbreak? As Wynter's story unfolds, she must also confront the demons of her past, including a potential threat from a former lover with a dark agenda. Will she find the strength to forgive and move on? And ultimately, whom will she choose: the father of her child, or the man who has loved her unconditionally, especially without seeing her? In "Blinded Dreams," love shines as the only light in the darkness, and the heart sees all. Join us on a journey of twists and turns, where the boundaries of love are limitless and a blind man's perspective offers a unique window into the story's emotional depths

I blink. Nothing. I blink again. Still nothing. Are my eyes even open? Looking around, everything is just black. No shades, no tones. No gradients. Just black. There are no lights to beckon me, no family to welcome me. Just a deep, never-ending darkness. I’ve changed my mind. Oblivion isn’t sweet. It’s unnerving. Wow. All the cultures that have gone before? They were all wrong. There are no jackal-headed gods waiting in a desert; no feasts in mighty halls; no Elysian fields or impatient ferrymen.

“I’m not mad, Aiden. But from now on, maybe find us a new spot. Something just ours.” His smirk returned, slow and dangerous. “Guess I’ll just have to make it perfect then.” “Good,” I said. “Oh, and by the way? Since Eli and Arnold have claimed the rooftop, you’re officially out of options, Cross.” He leaned in, his voice low and teasing. “That’s fine. I don’t need options. I just need you.” And just like that, my heart was back to working double shifts. Maybe nightmares weren’t so bad after all.

Ornais shook his head, he knew that this would end badly. Daniel closed his eyes and focused on Abigail. Soon he was inside her nightmare. He watched as a version of himself massaged her head. Daniel found it entertaining how he had invaded her inner mind from just one “accidental encounter”. The nightmare turned very quickly as imagined version of himself starting burning the places on Abigail’s head his fingers touched. Then the chair turned around and Abigail looked as if she was staring at a ghost.

Chapter 14. Angela has a dream where she's tied to a tree surrounded by blue water, she looks down at the water but she sees a different person as her reflection, a more powerful and stronger female that looks like her, but she could swear it wasn't her. Her reflection looked more lively, happy , chubby and refreshed. She paused for a second to notice if anything would happen to her reflection, but it was still there staring right in the face. Angela became even more scared, because she had never seen such a thing before. How can a reflection or shadow be more healthier than the person who owns the reflection?

My world was on fire. My body, rising from the shadows of my grave, felt torn. My heart pumped no blood, My lungs breathed no air. I was still, like a thief in the night. I stumbled out of the hole in the ground and looked at my surroundings. Only darkness, no one in sight. As I stood there waiting for this nightmare to end Waiting for this nightmare to make sense, memories started to flood my mind. A man with beautiful blue eyes and hair as dark as his soul.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the remnants of the nightmare clinging to her like a suffocating fog. The room was bathed in an ethereal light as Luna realized it was all just a dream, a twisted creation of her fearful imagination. Yet, the remnants of the nightmare lingered, leaving her trembling with the weight of a reality she couldn't fully comprehend. As Luna sat there, breathless and tormented, trying to process the horror that had unfolded in her subconscious mind, she couldn't escape the pervasive feeling that there was more to her nightmares than meets the eye. The secrets of her past, the tragic fate of her mother, clung to her like a shroud of mystery, leaving her yearning for ans

The murkiness of night was to be replaced by a more terrifying bleakness within Tilla’s dreams. Awakening within the realm of a nightmarish memory, Tilla's eyes were immediately confronted by the darkness of a desolate abyss. Surrounded by the cold stones that lined the walls of the chasm, Tilla felt the oppressiveness of an overwhelming despair stir in the rank air around her. Continuing to contemplate their gray faces as she laid at the bottom of the pit, like a broken and discarded toy. A severe hiss escaped from Tilla cracked lips, whilst she tried to recover herself from the rigid floor of the pit. Unable to assess the extent of her wounds amidst the bleakness of the wretched Hole, whic