Sonic Nightmares Novels & Stories

He smiled sadly and said, “You don't have to feel bad about it. I know you would have told us earlier if you could.” My heart melted at his words. He doesn't blame me. I kept repeating that to myself over and over again. I bobbed my head up and down, suddenly feeling at ease. “Thank you, Dad.” “So,” Richmond cleared his throat, looking pale, “What does this mean for you? The nightmares, does it hold any connection to the Lycans or were they just ordinary nightmares?” “They might be connected to them,” Beta Riley contributed for the first time. We all fixed our attention on him, a silent urge for him to continue. “Well, I don't know anymore than you do but there's someone who interprets dream

I said firmly. "I...I have been having nightmares for a while now. Like something is coming after me. I don't get it." He sighed sadly. "Well, it's okay. Hope the nightmare has stopped?" I asked. "Yes, it had." He answered "Alr..." I was interrupted. "Oh no...the nightmare has became a reality" he said and screams followed through before everything went silent. "Hello" I called but no response. "Steve" I called again. "It isn't Steve. Now it's Sage." I gasped. TBC.. Please leave a review guys🙏.

I pushed it open silently and entered. It was everything I had expected. The exact opposite of my room. The themes here were black and grey. Black furniture, grey walls, grey and white beddings. The air conditioning was off, but it was so damn cold in here, the air so tight I could hardly breathe. Or it was just the fact that I knew my presence here was wrong. It was much bigger than my room, obviously. And I liked it. I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming.

sounds sounded, the girls in room 201 immediately dispersed, everyone went to their bedroom to avoid getting angry, so they would probably clean up for a year. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.. A loud scream rang out, room 304 was upstairs. Miss Tanphil looked annoyed, it was late, but she still gathered five to seven to tell ghost stories without worrying about sleeping. Ms. Tanphil rushed to room 304 when something horrifying caught her eye, it was the body of a little girl. In white pajamas, the girl hangs herself in the room, her body swaying in the wind along with Mozart's 3rd sonat. "It's the curse, it's that girl's curse..."

I hear him let out a low chuckle and places his hand on my waist. “Sleep tight. Little sis.” *** I had the worst sleep that night. Nightmares keep coming at me. First it’s my mom screaming at me, telling me to play nice with Eason because he’s the heir of Ramirez family and we need him to like us. Then she locks me and Eason in the same room and when I look back, he suddenly turns into monster and shoves me out of the window. I scream and fall into a sea of flames. My eyes flutter open, heart pounding against my chest crazily. My whole body aches, as if something extremely heavy is pressed on me for the entire night. I move a bit, then realize that heavy something is Eason’s body.

It was far too quiet, and that allowed everyone a moment of respite. Slightly confused, Nightmare lowered his weapon and looked around. Without warning, the wall in front of them burst open. A shaped sonic blast ripped through the wood and ferrocrete like it was made of foam. The sonic blast had also struck everyone inside, who were immediately dazed. Their minds spun as their sense of balance was completely shattered. Unable to tell left from right or up from down, they stumbled around as the dust settled. Eva and a handful of the Seven burst into the room and quickly disabled the thugs with merciless precision and brutal strikes. The thugs stood no chance.

No, a puzzle, but somehow a clue, that goes like this. "Don’t you remember those happy voices in your mind as you sleep? Or maybe the screams you hear of terror in a nightmare. What is a nightmare? Isn’t a nightmare a small prison you’re trapped in, with no hopes of waking? Why? Because you never know you’re asleep. You forget everything, your name, your life, and who you are. The only thing to accompany you are the monsters that laugh in your mind, that taunt you, knowing everything. Your life, your happiness, everything that had been stolen away. But the scariest part of the nightmare won’t be the monsters. They aren’t scary themselves. The most fearful thing of all is that they are yours.

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

I sounded like a broken record at this point, but the entire thing felt like it was taking more from me than I wanted to give. It seemed like life just brought numerous obstacles my way, and I was sick of going in circles. I couldn’t wait to get home and lie down. Sleeping was the only time I had peace. Sometimes, I was unlucky enough to have nightmares, but these days, I had more dreamless nights. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing—being able to sleep better after having experienced something like… “If you want,” Sonia’s voice cut through my reverie, bringing me back to the present, “we could have extra security follow…”

Reina’s POV He didn’t come again. Not that night. Not even to yell or rattle the door or throw something at the wall just to remind me he was still there. Silence wrapped around me like a noose—tightening with every hour that passed. I didn’t sleep. Not really. When my eyes did close, the nightmares came—fast and dark. Andrew’s face. His face. Their faces morphing. Their voices blending into one monstrous echo. ‘Give me a son.’