Passive Nightmare Sans Novels & Stories

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

Strauss’ assistant wriggled out of his arms, and began sprinting back up the street towards her boss. Giving a sigh, Jackson set off after her. This was really testing the limits of his luck. As he ran, he took in the surreal details ahead: not only was the bus on fire, but also several Sleepers—not that it seemed to be slowing them down in the slightest. They were still attacking their opponents, in some cases causing them to catch light as well. The sky was darkening, and the glow of all this gave the scene a strangely hellish appearance. The Sleepers were also all over the British jeep, like limpets on a rock, covering it entirely. And the car park was swarming with them, all the people w

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.

But how does he convince her she belongs to him with the softness of a gentle man? Or by showing her the immortal hunger and cravings he’s been keeping under lock for centuries! ZORYA LEVIN’S P.O.V. I didn’t sleep… No! I couldn’t sleep! Which isn’t exactly new for me. It’s not like my sleep schedule has ever obeyed me anyway and my nights are usually a mess. My sleep is usually plagued with weird dreams, nightmares that feel a little too real, flashes of things I don’t understand and honestly don’t even try to anymore.

POV - GABRIELLA SANGRIENTO 1 week later "This is dumb." I blurted out. Giovanni said he had a surprise for me, I thought it would be jewelry or something but now that I'm blind folded as we both walk in the woods at night I have no idea what it is. "We are almost there." He whispered in my ear. Lately I have been so tired in the morning, my vision is messed up like I have to have one eye shut, and it lasts for an hour or so. Then, at night I have long blackouts and during the day I randomly.

Stella replied quickly feeling shy already. Later at night David heard some uncomfortable sound and decided to raise his heard and see what's happening. He saw Stella having a nightmare. "No... No... No... Mom, Dad wake up don't go please... don't leave me here alone please..." David heard everything and was confused as to why she was mentioning her parents names. "Did they abandon her... no if they did she wouldn't be running their company. What really happened to her then."David couldn't place the two together because he once overhead the nurses conversing about her nightmare always mentioning her parents names. He was still thinking when he felt a tight squeeze on his hand and decided to

Andrews drinking his coffee. I could still feel David's eyes staring but was too scared to look. Until I heard him snap his fingers. "Now I remember where I've seen her." he blurted. "David-" Mr. Andrews started. "Don't you-" he continued. "She's the girl that you drew from your dream Mason." David interrupted, turning to point at my boss. Who drew who now?

It was clear he wasn't conscious or aware of his actions. "Show me what he's dreaming of," I said quickly, needing to understand the root of this behavior. Dane hesitated momentarily before pulling us into the depths of Percy's nightmare. The dream that unfolded was chilling. Percy was trapped in an alley, experiencing a violent assault by a group of vampires. In his nightmare, these vampires forced him to grind against another as they watched, a sick display of power and control. This explains his involuntary movements against Jo in the real world. The horror of the scene gripped me, and I turned to Dane in desperation. "Fix it, please. Oh shit, please Dane, fix it."

Sleep pulled us gently under. That night, a nightmare clawed into my dreams. I saw Xareth, his eyes black, his voice laced with venom. He stood before me, and I felt my limbs move not by my will but his, like I was a puppet carved in bone. Blood was dripping down my legs.My baby gone. I woke with a gasp, heart hammering in my chest. I threw off the covers, reaching down, frantically checking. No blood, only me shaking. Zevarion stirred beside me, voice thick with sleep. “Vireya?”

“You think I’ll let you have your paradise? I’m your nightmare, bitch!” "You think you can take my man and live in paradise?! Think again, bitch! I will be your nightmare! I will torment you until you give me back what’s mine." Joshua blinked. "What the hell is going on?" Roman stood protectively in front of me. "Vanessa, back off." But she wasn’t hearing it. Her shrieks echoed through the café, people outside started filming again, eyes wide. "You're delusional, bitch! Thinking you won! You're NOTHING!"