Omen Nightmares Novels & Stories

Lana reminds me of one of those boyish runway models, where Bree is a pinup girl. Bree is not the only one who has been having weird nightmares, though. Over the past year, I’ve been having terrifying nightmares too. It happens every few weeks. And every time it happens, I’m afraid that I’ll never wake up. It is the most terrifying of all. It always starts out the same…

8 years ago… It's been almost four years since Andrew's mother died. He has loathed his father since then. Besides that, he could no longer live inside their large mansion. Every time he passed by the room where his mother committed suicide, he couldn't help but remember her last words. Her mother's voice that had been very comfortable to listen to was now making him trembled in fear. He always had nightmares about it and kept on getting worse day by day. Because of his frightening and horrible nightmares, he can no longer remember the real and gentle appearance of his mother. As if his nightmares weren’t enough to make things more difficult for him, their mansion made it even worse. The ver

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?

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.

Mom glances over at me with a curious look and then states, "Breakfast will be ready in a minute. I threw some cinnamon rolls in the oven and they still have a minute or two before they are brown." Smiling, I reply, "Oh, that sounds yummy mom. Thanks." Sitting down at the table, I wait patiently as I drink my orange juice. Mom glances over at me again and asks, "Did you have anymore nightmares last night?" "Yes, I don't know what is going on. Ever since Billie gave me Charlie, I have been having this same bad dream over and over. It is so real that I peed the bed, I'm sorry."

"Rory, baby, it's time for school, you don't want to be late for your first day, do you?'' Her mom knocked again and she wiped sleep off her eyes. Aurora absorbed the voice and let it soothe her bones. Her rapid heartbeat slowed a little as she closed her eyes and struggled to wipe the residue of the dreams. She wiped her sweaty face with fingers so tired and wished for the millionth time for these nightmares to stop. She couldn't even tell her parents about them. She was thirteen when these nightmares first started, and she would be eighteen in two months and the nightmares were still not going away. "I am up. I am up. Will be there in... say fifteen minutes?!" She hollered back and untangl

He hated Ivan the most, yet he couldn't help but open up to this man. He lowered his head and said, "When I was just a kid, Mom had frequent nightmares, like every three to five days. As I grew older and Mom built her own life and social circle, the nightmares gradually reduced. I consulted a doctor, and they said that if you wake up during a nightmare, it only makes the nightmare deeply engraved in the person’s memory, so I dare not go in... Standing outside the master bedroom, Ivan listened to the cries that grew louder and softer. Suddenly, he thought of those comments he had seen in the news.

Telling him the exact old told tale. “Don’t you remember those happy voices in your mind as you sleep? Or maybe the screams you hear of terror in a nightmare. What is a nightmare? Isn’t a nightmare a small prison you’re trapped in, with no hopes of waking? Why? Because you never know you’re asleep. You forget everything, your name, your life, and who you are. The only thing to accompany you are the monsters that laugh in your mind, that taunt you, knowing everything. Your life, your happiness, everything that had been stolen away. But the scariest part of the nightmare won’t be the monsters. They aren’t scary themselves. The most fearful thing of all is that they are yours. That you can hear

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 nightmares were vague concepts and seemingly sym

The nightmares did not stop. Every night, the ghosts came. My mother, her face twisted into a mask of shadow, her voice accusing. Kaelen, his eyes black, his hands reaching for my throat, his fingers cold. Lorna, her white hair wild, her crown of thorns dripping blood that sizzled where it touched the floor. Marcus, laughing, always laughing, his black eyes watching me from the corners of my dreams, his voice whispering that I would never be free.