Seven Little Nightmares Novels & Stories

Adam had suggested it after walking in on me having a panic attack in Lucia's nursery. "The nightmares will fade eventually," I said, though I didn't sound convincing. "Maybe. Or maybe they won't and we'll learn to live with them." He kissed my forehead. "Either way, you're not alone in this." I wanted to believe him. But the nightmares were getting worse, not better. And they were affecting my work. Three days later, I was consulting on a case remotely. Five year old girl in Texas, phoenix hybrid with uncontrolled fire manifestation. Simple enough. I'd handled dozens of similar cases.

Carefully, he lifted the page. A sharp fear moved through him. The drawing showed three figures standing beneath black trees. A little girl. A woman with long dark hair. And beside them, half-hidden beneath the ground, a man reaching upward while roots twisted around his body. Written above the drawing in crooked letters were the words: MAMA LIVES UNDER THE TREES. Arman slammed the notebook shut immediately. The air around him suddenly felt thinner. That night, he burned every drawing Zara had made. The smell of smoke filled the backyard while flames curled hungrily around paper and melting crayon wax.

Instead, the return felt like the calm before a storm. The seven could not stop trembling. They spoke in whispers of what they had seen in Damon's camp, of the rituals Lilith demanded, of the price of her power. One of them, the young wolf Lena had trained herself, woke screaming every night from dreams he could not remember but could not escape. Another, a vampire who had once been proud and defiant, now sat in silence for hours, her eyes fixed on nothing. The defectors were home, but they were not healed. Lena feared they might never be.

"Another nightmare?" Seven looks at me, worry and pity in his eyes. I hate pity. But that's how he looks at me every time I wake up from a nightmare screaming and he tries to calm me down. "What are these nightmares about?" It's been an entire week of having endless nightmares every time I close my eyes. But I can't bring myself to tell him. I can't bring myself to tell him that the nightmares are about him... That the reason I wake up trembling is because I'm so scared... Not for myself... But for him... He kills him every time and he stands at the door, smirking at me in victory, telling me he finally got me.

NIGHTMARES. A very bad or frightening dream. Anna was starting to lose count of the number of nightmares she’s been having since Josh’s death but whenever she woke up with one, clearing her head with a jog had been working well on her. She lets out a sigh as she turns sideways to stare at the mini alarm clock she had next to her bed. The time read 6:00 am and she hated the fact that she had to be awake at this early hour of the day.

-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.

That all the others still were leaving behind To make that sweat is running down your spine Baby, I'm your nightmare We make your sheets alive and fill the space up That all the others still were leaving behind To make that sweat is running down your spine Baby, I'm your nightmare You know you can't get over me 'Cause I can set desire free When moonlight's shining through the trees Oo tama, kahit gusto niyang mawala sa isipan ang dating kaibigan na tinuring niya ring kapatid noon ay hindi niya ito kayang kalimutan ng habang siya ay nabubuhay sa mundo. I'm coming from your fantasies You need that dirty mad dog, me You cannot live without, you see And when it's dream time I'll return To feed t

My nightmare repeats itself over and over again and each time I am younger than before. My helplessness is driving me crazy as I am forced to watch my parents die, unable to help. I wake up for the seventh time and my room is different from how I remember it. The walls are painted purple, but I only remember them being light green. My bed is also smaller. It suits my small, five year old body better than my normal twin size bed.

Lexi It has been two weeks since the nightmares started and now they come every night. Tonight is no different. It starts off pleasant. Memories of my grandma and my parents. Days having fun on the beach collecting shells and swimming. My fifth birthday party with everyone I love around and alive. It flows through my mind like an old home movie. I’m at peace and happy. The peace doesn't last long. The memories fade to pitch black. Glowing neon yellow and red eyes and razor sharp fangs with no face appear.

Back home, Jared stepped into what had once been our bedroom. It was now completely transformed by Melody. In a frenzy, he hurled every one of her belongings out the window. The lavish decorations, the expensive clothes, all lay scattered outside like the shattered pieces of his heart. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand resting on the spot where I used to sleep, tears welling in his eyes once again. Memories of our time together came flooding back, every detail he had once ignored now becoming vivid.