Omen Nightmares Novels & Stories

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.

Ronan I got a call from my mom, who said there was something that needed my attention at the old mansion. I had a hectic night, so I couldn’t sleep well last night. The nightmares were terrible, and I wondered when I started having such vivid nightmares. It was so bad that I couldn’t close my eyes for a wink of sleep later. I kept drifting in and out of sleep till the sunlight seeping through my room alerted me to the presence of a new day.

I pushed it open silently and entered. It was everything I had expected. The exact opposite of my room. The themes here were black and grey. Black furniture, grey walls, grey and white beddings. The air conditioning was off, but it was so damn cold in here, the air so tight I could hardly breathe. Or it was just the fact that I knew my presence here was wrong. It was much bigger than my room, obviously. And I liked it. I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming.

She knew Yohan's possessiveness and felt scared of his potential reaction after witnessing that scene. In the dead of night, Jemma found herself trapped in a nightmare. She let out a scream, jolting awake from the horrors plaguing her dreams. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the sweat, and the memories of the torment she faced at the hands of her stepmother continued to haunt her, refusing to let her sleep.

Jason tried to give a reason, but his dad just looked at him and sigh "I know you are doing it to protect your friend." Miriam Mackenzie, his mom, said, looking at him affectionately The family had a quiet dinner afterward and went to sleep At night, Jason did not sleep well at all. He had dozens of nightmares after a nightmare. He saw himself in different places facing monsters and animals all fighting him. Each dream was so real. He would wake up in a sweat. He didn't sleep well till the morning.

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.

Lebotha tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep after the nightmare. Her heart was still racing and her mind kept replaying the frightening scenes from her dream. It felt so real, like a premonition of danger to come. This wasn’t the first time she has had such nightmares. For the past few months and years, she kept having bad dreams of impending doom and destruction. At first, she brushed them off as a result of her anxiety and stress. However, the nightmares have become more frequent and intense lately. She started to worry there might be more to them than just a manifestation of her fears and worries.

OLIVIA'S POV NIGHTMARES- Those far-off melancholic dreams one have filled with darkness and so many other sinister things one couldn't dare mention. It had been recurring off late, these same dreams and far-off vision like flickering of the mind. I had tried understanding this particular one but clearly couldn't and to make things worse Nate was having it as well, I had awaken a fortnight again to see the aura of his dream how darkish it looked, but had since shoved it out if my mind when he had said nothing the next day.

I could see that he was genuinely worried. “Yes, it was just a nightmare. A chillingly lifelike and haunting dream...” I mumbled, my voice sounded groggy. It was just a nightmare, right? A small chuckle escaped me and I looked up at him. “I guess that is why it’s called a nightmare. Night terrors often feel incredibly realistic.” I could still feel the remnants of fear lingering in my mind, as if the dream had embedded itself into my thoughts. The more I tried to shake it off, the stronger its grip on me became.

I presume, kitchen. "Sorry, Nate has a habit of sneaking into smaller places at night due to his nightmare... Dad is looking for the reason. Maybe it is Nightmare syndrome." "What is Nightmare syndrome?" I asked, curiously. "Why have is looking for it? It is a disorder... A psychiatrist should be involved." I feel protective over that boy. He is just 5 years old.