Poem Nightmare Novels & Stories

She was never going to surrender to him; he bought her, but he couldn't buy her life. She was going to make sure she made his life a living nightmare. She was going to make him regret ever buying her and let her go. Yes, he was going to release her himself when he got tired of her. She grinned; he didn't know what he bought. He had just purchased a nightmare, and that nightmare was hers.

Nia's POV I flopped onto my bed with a groan, burying my face in the pillow. The pit in my stomach twisted tighter with every second. I wasn’t sure if it was guilt or fear, probably both. Maybe I should’ve just gone in and pretended everything was fine, even though it clearly wasn’t. But pretending was exhausting. And I was tired. So, so tired.

In the middle of the night, a young man ca see outside the home where they live only temporarily. It was behind the house where the woods were, it seemed that he could see someone following a voice in his ear that seemed to echo and did not silence him. "You will never be happy." This is the word whispered to him following the laughter of that one.l

he said, drawing out his sword. My heart raced as I looked into my uncle's eyes, sensing the seriousness of his threat. The cold steel of the sword glinted in the dim light. I was extremely scared. I couldn't die like that; I had to protect my child and accomplish many things. I struggled against my chains, feeling desperate. I screamed, waking up in a panic with sweat all over me. I felt relieved that it was only a nightmare, but the fear stayed with me. I looked around the room, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare when suddenly, Alpha Kessler burst into my room. He enveloped me in a comforting hug, gently soothing my back.

How selfish of me to think that he will understand me when I couldn't understand myself? When I'm about to sleep I couldn't sleep a wink. As my dreams were now turned into nightmares. A nightmare where Aaron was always in a blood pool while me heplessly crying and whimpering for him to wake up. It's all my fault! *****

I and my two brothers slept on the same bed. That night, sleep was out of view; it gave way for the spirit of torment to sit on me, I felt horrible and dreadful as fear had already taken a place within my bossom: at that time, I was late into the night, everyone was asleep except me, I lost my sleep after I had a nightmare- a nightmare that I can't overly explain, everything I saw was unclear to me: I saw something that looked like moving objects, accompanied by a sound of an old engine, that engine seemed to be planted within my soul.

The words burned unto August’s soul, he drank of the cup and closed his eyes. *** Long after Malitus and Quintus had retired in assembled tents, August remained at the waning fire. He saw no reason to enter his small tent Rufus had made up. Sleep would not come for him. His blood felt too stirred by the recent events. Stretching his legs, August rose from the fireside and began to walk about the camp. Again and again, he replayed the dire dream in his mind. Had it been a sign from God? There could be no other answer as he saw the pieces and the deaths exactly as they happened without being present. Was there meaning to it or was it merely what it seemed . . . a dream to warn him? He prayed,

He exhaled a deep breath and then rubbed his face with both of his palms. I waited for his next reaction but nothing came out from his mouth. He just stared at the floor. I licked my lips in hesitation and tried to figure out the strange expression he has on his face. "As long as I remember, sleep was never my thing because whenever I tried to sleep, I was afraid of having a nightmare." "See the irony the person who himself call as nightmare was really scared of them." He added and closed his eyes again. I quietly looked at him, waiting for his next words.

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

There were faint dark circles under his eyes, and there was a probing look in the way he watched me. "Did you sleep okay last night?" he asked. I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "Not really. I had a nightmare." "What did you dream about?" I looked at him, my eyes wide, innocent, and confused. "I dreamed about your brother, but it felt like he actually came by and kissed me." "Dante's" body went rigid, and his eyes behind his glasses narrowed sharply. "Are you sure it was a dream?" "I guess…" I said, sounding uncertain. "It just felt so real. He reeked of alcohol."