Sonic Nightmares Novels & Stories

Chris Jnr snorted even though his fingers didn’t stop dancing on the keyboard. “Master is upstairs with Madam.” Night Sonic scratched the back of his head with a constipated expression. “So???” Chris Jnr hooked his eyebrows with a curious expression as he titled his head to look at Night sonic. His lips curled up cynically as he teased “Do you think my daddy can’t handle that lunatic?” “Handle …yes….” Night Sonic chuckled after realizing his mistake, "but that’s exactly what I am concerned about." Chris Jnr too chuckled as he imagined his daddy punching the living daylights out of the madman; he didn’t bother to take any action; he continued working on his projects. He knew his daddy was mor

“I’m not your son. My name is Jake Landry! I’m going to kill your son!” Then, Aura’s twisted smile appeared in front of her face. “How does it feel to see both your sons killing each other like this, Luna? Hahahahaha—!” “Neil, Nigel—!” Luna jerked awake from her nightmare, so shocked that she sat up from her bed, sweating profusely. “Did you have a nightmare?” A low, male voice rang out from next to her.

The high-frequency vibration of the sonic net was liquefying my thoughts. A high-pitched, agonizing hum vibrated through the bones of my skull, blinding my eyes with a layer of static white noise. Every nerve in my body was misfiring, my muscles locked into a rigid, helpless paralysis against the wet concrete. Beneath me, Dominic let out a low, choked growl, his fingers twitching against the floorboards as the acoustic frequencies systematically short-circuited his Lycan nervous system.

Right before my eyes, he slit her throat. "Mom!" I yelled in horror at the scene. "Kace, Kace, dude calm down," Rough hands shook me and I jolted awake. My vision was blurry at first but then I made out Sonny's face looking down at me "You look like you just ran a marathon," he said and chuckled. "Aren't you a little too old to be having nightmares?" "Sonny," I said rubbing my face with the palm of my hands. " What are you doing in my room?"

“Son of a bitch, “Dannie said in a sigh. She rested her forearms on her knees. With a slow, deep breath she waited until her heart finally caught on to the fact there was no danger. It was only a nightmare. Another fucking nightmare. As long as Dannie could remember, she had them. On a typical week, Dannie would suffer three to five nightmares. They were all similar in theme: death, mayhem, and suffering— all the good stuff. Though, she never actually had a nightmare with the deabru before. Usually, her nightmares were vague concepts and seemingly symbolic. The only time Dannie stopped having nightmares was when she was away from home. It was the negative energy thrown at her in this place,

Within seconds, my eyes grow heavy and sleep takes over, pulling me into a whirlwind of nightmares throughout the night. I'm falling through a dark hole and I desperately try to cling onto the sides to pull myself back up. Screams echo around me and I slap my hands over my ears, wanting to block the noise out but it only intensifies it. My fathers voice pleads for help. Trevor's voice is loud and vicious. My mother's voice is extremely high pitched, calling my name over and over again.

His nightmare had returned, in a form far more brutal and gut wrenching than ever before. It had started the same as always, with Conner in the bank, watching Lucas Smithson saunter in through the doorway. The youth wore the same leather coat and his eyes twitched back and forth in the familiar, anxious manner. Once again, he moved too quickly for Conner to react. The shotgun appeared from beneath the coat, the same black woman and her baby its target. The nightmare had unfolded the same way dozens of times before. Smithson threatening and cursing, the guard sliding his pistol across the floor, Conner finally seeing his opportunity and moving forward to press his gun against Smithson’s head.

“How do you know?” Raven’s eyes glowed faintly with reflected aurora. “Because she’s calling for me.” --- Global Dreamspace — Nightmare Bloom Shadows rose like smoke along the horizon, their forms shifting, trembling with human fear. Nightmares made manifest. Faces twisted by guilt. Memories stained by wounds. Traumas long buried clawing their way into the shared dream. Sophia stepped forward. “No — not like this.” The nightmares surged, not malicious, but desperate — the unprocessed pain of billions seeking release all at once.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

“Alright, what is this extremely vital thing you need to tell us? — Forma Roman, curious, as he puts an arm around the shoulders of his better half. I gasp for air and hold it in my lungs until the words begin to eAngelger from my mouth, recounting the pecuAmyr dream I had earlier today that I haven't had a chance to escape from my head, which is why I barely focused on any of my classes. “Did you see a merry turn?” Lara asks me when I get to that part, butting in and checking me out with a stitched brow and an anarchy brow. “Besides, individuals vanish in waves of green smoke,” I wake up, deciding to get to the point one last time and spare myself the irrelevant niceties. "Do you ever have