Scary Nightmares Stories Novels & Stories

Bad. Cash and I were the only ones that survived the Nightmare from our family. Mom and Dad were already sick by the time the vampires came to our home to 'save' us. The vamps were only there for me. They had found out about my IQ and wanted my brain to join them. I had insisted that they saved my brother as well. I may have made it a deal breaker.

said Astrid, realizing that Dahlia had given obvious instructions. The opposite of nightmares was a sweet dream with a lullaby. Edmund was right. The Nightmares didn't consume magic energy to enlarge its body and strength. They feed on human fear. That's why they had a frightening form to terrorize their prey. The more fearful the target was, the more food The Nightmares would consume.

No discrimination between wolves, vampires or humans. Though I had such a beautiful experience when I settled for the night I had a terrible nightmare. I was drenched in blood standing in the midst of bodies faces I could recognize, Sia, Giveon, Max, Brad and Nathan. The dream shattered with a violent jolt. I shot upright in bed, sweat clinging to my skin, my heart slamming against my ribs. My breathing was ragged, but the images refused to fade. The metallic scent of blood still lingered in my nostrils, the cries still rang in my ears.

She couldn't remember why she had gone to bed so early, but she felt exhausted. As she lay there, she tried to recall her dreams, a dream with no sun and moon, just blackness and silence. A dream where she always heard a noise. A scream in the distance and laughter in her ears – that made her want to run, flee to escape the horrors that lay beyond. A dream where there are demons that chased after her. A dream where she was drinking blood and eating raw meat. The same dream that she is watching again and again. But they were hazy and fragmented. She couldn't make sense of them.

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,

“Was there anything else that day that particularly stuck with you?” Sara nearly grimaced at that question as she nodded. “There’s a few things.” “Such as?” “Like, certain smells or sounds. Like the smell of dust or the sight of fog, even the sound of really creaky floorboards would bring back those memories but it’s not just that. It's nightmares, too. I wake up every night feeling like I’m fighting for my life. I can barely take three bites out of my food, I’m barely sleeping and I feel like there’s always someone behind me trying to kill me.” Sara remembers the nights she wakes up, cold and shivering, yet sweating as if she’d been splashed with a bucket of water, her chest is so tight and

by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and t

My dreams were plagued with those same creatures again. I would wake up and hear the sounds they were making, the terrible screeching noises. And I would scream in frustration. And scream and scream and scream, until someone finally came running into my bedroom. Jaxton. Of course. Always Jaxton. Even in the nightmare, I never knew it could be so real.

“It’s scary.” “If you want Mommy to save you from scary things, you have to tell me, okay? What kind of nightmare did you have, hmm?” “You really want to hear?” Bree nodded without a second thought. “I had a nightmare that Daddy took you away from me. It was so scary because Mommy was in a confined space and I kept calling and calling but you didn’t hear me. It was so scary. Daddy is scary, I don’t want to see him at all. We shouldn’t have met him in the first place.”

Sofia reached out and killed the lights in the room. "Don't you think we should at least leave the lights on?" he asked. "Getting terrified already?" she asked, chuckling. "I never knew you hated horror movies." "I watched them twice with Alessandro when we were kids," he admitted. "He made me watch it with him, and I was so terrified." Sofia burst into laughter. "Macho Man is scared of horror movies." "Let's get into the movie," Alexander muttered.