Omen Nightmares Novels & Stories

"Someone accessed restricted records from my childhood. Then I started receiving threats. Dennis is looking into everything, and I don't know how far he's going to go." I could feel my breathing becoming heavier. "That's why I've been having nightmares." Genevieve's eyes softened again. "I keep seeing my parents." I looked away. "In the nightmares, Dennis is there. I see his face. I see the gun. I hear the shots. Sometimes I see my mother falling, and sometimes I hear myself screaming for her." A tear slipped down my cheek. "Then I wake up and I'm back in the present, but my body doesn't understand that the danger is gone."

"Nothing that can't wait until tomorrow." Five hours later we were sitting on her bed. I was next to her, and she'd covered us with that big blanket of hers. My head was on her shoulder, and I found myself nodding off. The episode we were watching was called 'Nightmares,' where a little boy in a coma was causing everyone's deepest fears to manifest.

I lay there for a few minutes, the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat a soothing lullaby in the quiet darkness. Suddenly, Connor's voice cut through the stillness, startling me. “You had a nightmare,” he said, his voice carrying a note of concern. I turned to see him lying on the couch, his eyes heavy with sleep yet alert, as if he had just woken up too. I nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the familiar cycle. This wasn't new; these relentless nightmares had haunted me for years, casting shadows over my nights. Back in Fae, when I was a young child, my cousin Corwyn would hear my cries piercing the silence. He would slip into my room to sleep beside me, his presence comforting, his hand holding

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

-I'll fight my fears, Jay, I'll do it for you -I walked over and sat to the side across from him- I promise you my monsters won't defeat me. I realized that what he said was true, I had died in my sleep, one of my fears was to sleep and be trapped in one of my nightmares, not knowing what was real or not. This thing I was living was like a very bad nightmare. And there were monsters lurking: Death, damned souls, and God knows what else I'd be about to discover. Once upon a time a girl was trapped in a nightmare with many monsters to face, Once upon a time a girl was afraid of the dark, demons were about to cross over.

I had failed her, despite promising myself that I wouldn't let her cry. My mood soured and I felt shittier than before. “Let's sleep.” She nudged, trying to place my back on the bed. I resisted. “Damon,” she sighed. “What if I have another nightmare?” I had had five nightmares in two days. I didn't think closing my eyes was a luxury I wanted to engage in anymore. It was as if the demons in my subconscious lurked around nearby, ready to yank me into darkness anytime I let down my guard and closed my eyes.

They shared a warm hug before making their way to the dining area for dinner. Later that night, Kane found himself unable to sleep. Tossing and turning in bed, he was haunted by the image of the girl from his past. Her cries reverberated in his mind, accompanied by the distressing echoes of an unseen child. The experience filled him with a deep sense of horror. Startled from his troubled sleep, he awoke to darkness and let out a sigh before switching on the lights. Sitting at the edge of his bed, Kane reflected on the recurring nightmares that plagued him all too often. They seemed to follow a similar pattern, with subtle variations each time, yet their unsettling nature remained unchanged.

“That’s his job, not mine, so no.” “So I get to continue to live in this emotional limbo waiting for my animai to decide if I’m worth his time or not and all while I deal with these horrible nightmares,” I say tersely. Suddenly the room goes eerily quiet, and I can tell what I’ve said has unsettled my mother. “What nightmares?” she asks warily. I take in a deep breath, “I’ve had two nightmares of Osiah killing me.” “It’s not the killing you part that has you rattled though,” she says perceptively.

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.”