Six X Seven Little Nightmares Novels & Stories

Phoenix was twelve when the nightmares started. Not his nightmares. Everyone else's. People connected to the network began dreaming the same dream. Vivid. Terrifying. Real. They dreamed of Phoenix leaving. Of the connection breaking. Of losing the nexus that held everyone together. They dreamed of isolation. Separation. Being alone again after years of unity. "It's not just dreams," Subject Seven said at emergency meeting. "It's shared anxiety. Collective fear. Everyone connected through Phoenix is feeling it. Projecting it. Creating feedback loop that's making it worse."

Suddenly, it turns red, and I hear heavy footsteps behind me. I scream when I turn to see a tall man—broad and scary. He's all hairy, with fangs and claws. He gets closer to me, and I keep screaming for Jaxon. Just when I see a Roman numeral seven on his neck, I wake up with a hard jerk. “Belle!” Jaxon gathers me in his arms, my heart banging hard in my chest as I look around the dimly lit room, sweat prickling on my spine. “You had another nightmare.” It’s not a question. He knows.

I flipped through the pages of “The Little Prince.” My daughter's eyes lit up. “I love that one.” I started reading, with an internationally low tone. By the time I reached the middle of the book, my girl's breathing was slowing, and soon, she fell asleep. I brushed Melanie's hair back gently, my fingers grazing her warm forehead. My heart ached staring at her paleness. She looked so peaceful, so innocent. But I knew what she was fighting. Her kidney problems had been a constant battle and it was also affecting her heart. The doctor visits, the medications, the sleepless nights of worrying—it never ended.

“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.

Raped by a demon that thinks he has ownership over me. “Ashton.” My body is forcefully shaken. My name shouted into my face. “Damn it, Ashton. Wake up.” Carden’s voice snaps me out of my horror and I quickly compose myself. “You were having a nightmare.” He says sheepishly. “And? Can’t the nightmare girl have nightmares of her own.” I meet his eyes, but he quickly looks away. Did I say something, do something to give my nightmare away? “I think the entire complex could hear you screaming. I thought…” His words die off.

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.

“Maybe a little sleep will fix it” He looks at me worried. It’s no secret that I haven’t been sleeping well. The nightmares have gotten worse. Thrice now I have woken with wounds that manifested from my dreams. It’s getting hard to fall asleep because I am always afraid that I will wake up from a nightmare. Sebastian has tried everything. The sex is good and it tires me out but I only get an hour or two of peaceful sleep before I am up again from another nightmare.

He would disagree with her plans. She must leave secretly. Suddenly, a soft voice spoke. "Mommy!" Larissa turned around to see Vincent pattering his way toward her. He reached out and hugged her. "Mommy, I had a nightmare. It was the red-eyed guy again. He's so mean! He did many bad things. I tried to stop him, but I couldn't. I almost cried!" Larissa patted him and looked at his eyes, which were now black again. She said softly, "Don't be scared. I have an idea already."