Sonic Nightmares Novels & Stories

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.

In the dream, I was involved in a threesome with Nicholas and Sebastian, and they seemed perfectly fine with it. I woke up with a start, knowing it had to be a dream. In reality, Nicholas would never tolerate such a situation, and the thought of them fighting each other over me seemed absurd. I stood up from the bed and dialed my best friend's number. She picked up almost immediately. "I'm so confused, Sonia. I just had a terrible nightmare," I said, my breath still heavy. Sonia panicked, "What happened?"

“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

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.

Chelsea would not be able to act arrogantly anymore. Hank fell asleep again very quickly. Jessica could not tell the truth, so she could only hold it in. After finally falling asleep, she kept having nightmares. She dreamed of Sonny being hurt after being kidnapped by bad people. His legs were crippled, and he was thrown to beg on the streets. After that, she dreamed that her family was dead and that their corpses were lined up in a row… … Rumbling thunder was heard as spring rain poured down on earth. Serenity was awakened by the sound of thunder.

He collapses to the ground, growling in pain, desperately fighting back. My mum, in a desperate howl, drops me and shifts into her wolf form to join the fierce battle. Then I wake up with a jolt as hot tears stream down my eyes. My heart races like it wants to escape my chest as the remnant of the dream lingers in my mind. Scanning the room, confusion clouds my thoughts as I search for reassurance that it was just a dream. The dream is disturbing because it keeps recurring. I had watched my dad get killed by a ruthless Alpha right in front of me, and since then, the scene of battle keeps reoccurring.

She had heard that Carol had gone insane. Her own son’s emotions had suddenly become unstable too. In just a few days, he’d grown visibly thin. After questioning him closely, she learned that, just like Carol, he’d been having nightly nightmares—nightmares of Amanda coming to claim his life. She thought: how could this all be just coincidence? Carol and her son, both haunted by the same nightmares of Amanda? Something was definitely wrong. Barry couldn’t take it anymore. The nightmares weren’t even the worst part—the real torment was the way his spirit, his very soul, was being tortured from the inside out.

Nova!!! My mom’s voice cut through my sleep like a chainsaw. I groaned, rolled over, and cracked one eye open. Falling asleep last night had been a war I clearly lost, judging by the daylight seeping into my room. Nova!! she yelled again. “I’m up!” I shouted back. “I’m up!” “Then get ready!” she called. “Your brother’s threatening to leave without you.” Crap. Arnold never makes empty threats. He’ll leave me faster than background actors running from danger in a bad action movie.