Omen Nightmares Novels & Stories

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

Maybe the fresher the meat, the more alluring. It haunts my dreams. It started way before I was told that I’d be visiting my grandma. Nightmares of a large wolf with black fur and vivid blue eyes stalking me. The dreams felt so real that I refused to leave my room for weeks. It was rubbed off as trauma, but it's been eight years since mom died and the first nightmare didn’t come to haunt me until I turned eighteen, six years ago.

It would be better if I didn’t let myself fall too hard. I stumble downstairs, my legs unsteady. I only remember the edges of my nightmare, bits and pieces, the smallest flashes. Mostly I remember the emotions. Fear. A great deal of fear. I started having nightmares when I was 13. I don’t remember my dreams much before that moment, only that around that time I started waking up nightly screaming and sweating, unable to tell up from down. My mom took me to a series of different psychologists. Some told me it was “all in my head.” Others claimed I might have a nervous condition brought on by the death of my father 5 years before. All I know is that every night in my dreams I’d die. Sometimes

Liora's POV The nightmares started three nights after the training room attack. At first, they were quiet — soft whimpers in the dark, Alora tossing and turning in her sleep. But by the fourth night, they had become full-blown terrors that tore through the silence of the mansion like shattered glass. “Mommy! No! Don’t take me!” Her scream ripped through the room at 2:47 AM. I bolted upright, heart exploding in my chest, and pulled her into my arms before she could thrash herself off the bed.

Mommy used to tell me that Nightmare is an evil spirit formerly thought to oppress people while they were sleeping. It causes people to experience bad things in their dreams. Yuan used to get annoyed whenever I cry and wet the bed because I had a bad dream. Mom and Dad will come to me and let me sleep in their room.

I added. Reece Morgan What are nightmares? Nightmares are those terrible dreams you have when your brain uses your imagination to bring your worst fears to life. It makes you scared, makes you sweat and it makes your heart beat faster until you can take it no more and your body forces you to wake up. You wake up and realize it wasn't real and your mind eases. It is scary but when you wake up you no longer feel scared of it because it's all a figment of your imagination.

I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face. "Nightmares do not make wolves sound like they're dying. This…sounded as though you were fighting for your life. Tell me, what was it?" His expression stiffened as his brows pulled into a frown. I looked at him, but the look in his eyes told me he would not let this go. I sighed and shifted against the bed while he settled beside me. "Would you believe me if I told you some nightmares are memories?” Dominic's brows knitted together in confusion.

“You have survived the mafia, assassination attempts, being blown up and Caelum’s mother. Motherhood will be a breeze." We both knew that wasn't true, but it was sweet of her to say. “What’s it like to have nightmares?” the nightmare started in the fourteenth week. The same terror every night, but in different guises. Gregor discovering our home, coming through our unlocked door. Hurting the baby when I had no power to protect her. Thing I would put on that list: Killing Caelum in my presence. Sometimes I would wake up screaming, sometimes crying gently, always alone in our too big bed.

she said solemnly, sitting on the edge of his bed. “I can’t sleep,” he whispered, clutching his blanket. Fear was written all over his small face. “Why?” she asked gently. “Why? Did something scare you?” He sat upright, folding his thin arms across his chest. “I… I’m scared of nightmares,” he said frantically. “Nightmares? Since when, Johnny?” Alicia asked, brushing his hair. “Since I watched The Shinning.” “Why did you watch that? I thought I warned you about horror movies, especially at night,” she scolded softly.“Where was your nanny? She’s supposed to censor you.”

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.