Passive Nightmare Novels & Stories

Valerie said as she shuddered. "Yeah. Well, let me get back out there while these are cooking. Don't worry, Val, I'll be careful if that guy comes back in here." "Alright, girl. I'll talk to you later." Tabitha wasn’t going to tell Valerie about the dreams involving Mark. Those were the real nightmares. They had evolved from just him raping her after being with the man she couldn’t see. There were several where he forced himself on her. She shuddered as she thought about those. That was part of her past that she didn’t care to remember.

My wrists and ankles began bleeding from the way I was struggling against my restraints. "This is what happens when you sleep around behind my back and get pregnant with some bastard kid." After hearing what was happening, the live stream viewers flooded the comments in agreement. "One look and I can tell that woman isn't the faithful type." "All cheaters should go to hell! Make sure she doesn't get off the hook so easily." "What a shameless woman. Beat her to death! Let all the women watching see what happens when you cheat on your man." Walter showed me the live stream.

“It’s kind of cute, seeing the nightmare of this school acting like such a puppy.” He pouted. “How did that name even stick to me? I wasn’t even that bad.” “Please.” I rolled my eyes. “I only came to this school a semester ago—how would I know? But according to Eli, you broke a lot of hearts. And, sadly, girls always fall for the bad ones.” I raised my fingers in air quotes. “Not all nightmares are bad, Cross. They called you the nightmare they wouldn’t want to wake up from. Though, honestly, I thought otherwise when I first met you.” I giggled.

Please don't kill me Please don’t kill me Please don’t kill me And then her headless body falling to the ground like a weightless bag of sand. Logan immediately woke up abruptly, his body drenched in sweat. He put a hand over his face as he tried to steady his breathing. It had only been a dream, yet it had felt more real than anything.

Rolling my eyes in awe and disgust, I placed my hand on his chest and pushed backward to create some space because I had no idea what this psycho was capable of. I was at least glad he wasn’t grabbing my hand forcefully. “You! What sort of silly jo—” “Marry me, Elora. I can save you.” He whispered in a low tone. “Save..You talk about saving. You men are nothing but monsters!” I thundered, the ripping pain in my chest accompanied by boiling rage. “You-” I don’t wait for his response before storming away. Each step dug a deeper hole in my heart as I thought of the uncertainty of the future.

He collapses to the ground, growling in pain, desperately fighting back. My mum, in a desperate howl, drops me and shifts into her wolf form to join the fierce battle. Then I wake up with a jolt as hot tears stream down my eyes. My heart races like it wants to escape my chest as the remnant of the dream lingers in my mind. Scanning the room, confusion clouds my thoughts as I search for reassurance that it was just a dream. The dream is disturbing because it keeps recurring. I had watched my dad get killed by a ruthless Alpha right in front of me, and since then, the scene of battle keeps reoccurring.

I can almost smell the damp earth and mold of the well, and feel the weight of the water pressing down on me. I sit up, rubbing my eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. It's been years since I've had a nightmare like that. Years since I've allowed myself to be vulnerable. But tonight, something triggered it. I’ve shut the past out. I can’t let it come to me. It took me years to get rid of this nightmare. Nefera is dead. I made sure she met her demise. She can do me no harm. So why the fuck am I having this nightmare?

Emilia hesitated but eventually nodded, restarting the car. Anthea, on the other hand, heaved a sigh before turning around to look out of the window. Her eyes swept over the crowded streets of New York City while her mind drifted back to her nightmare. It wasn't the first time she had this nightmare. For five years, she had been having this same nightmare, which made her life a living hell. The nightmares, the harsh words, the betrayal, the heartbreak, and all the painful memories still pierced through her heart like a sharp knife. They cut her heart into pieces.

I shake her hand and get up "I'm going to sleep in another room, tomorrow we'll talk." "It's okay, I can handle it" he gets up and surprises me by wrapping us in an agonizing, painful and desperate kiss "Good night, even if I know that none of us will sleep tonight" he plants a kiss on my forehead and lets go of me. I go back upstairs thinking that today was supposed to be one of the best days of my life and it has turned into my personal nightmare.

Your sister is next! Your, Nightmare There was a roaring wolf stamp and the end of the letter. I wonder how they know that I'm alive. First of all, I don't even know who 'they' are. After brainstorming I concluded. I think I know who they are. They surely did not name themselves but they did leave a small sign. The roaring wolf confirms it.