Sonic Nightmares Novels & Stories

Every night for years, I had a dream where I was falling. I would turn round and round as I fell farther down the hole. It was dark and menacing, but before I fell, something would chase me that sounded a lot like a little girl. The thing is the way she sounded, scared me to no end. I remember one night. I had just closed my eyes and then I heard it, a gentle scraping noise coming from the end of the bed.

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

I scream that they may have tattooed me, but I’m not one of them and I don’t want to go on anymore stupid missions. It works better than I hoped. Carden doesn’t stop by for days on end leaving me with my nightmares. They become stronger with each passing day. I wake up breathless. I wake up crying. I wake up with my fists clenched to the point of having bloody nail marks dug into my palms. I wake up with a scream. And then I don’t wake up at all.

… "Elena, I don't think I'm going to hold out much longer. You should pick one of these four werewolves to be your mate so that when I breathe my last, I can rest in peace under the radiant presence of the Moon Goddess." I stared blankly at my father, Sebastian Griffin. Realization suddenly hit me—I'd gotten reborn on the day I chose my mate. Noticing Dad's grayish hair, I felt the urge to cry. In my previous life, Dad's wounds miraculously healed after Leo Martinez and I formed our mate bond. But not long after that, I started going berserk frequently, and strange curse marks emerged all over my body. In order to look for a cure, Dad traveled through numerous werewolf packs. In the end, an

He continued to drive without being aware of an oncoming car, and due to the fast driving, their car was thrown on the road just as hard. ------ ''Dad!'' Gideon gets up soon after the nightmare. That was not a dream. It really happened ten years ago, yet it is still fresh in his mind. His head is still throbbing from the hangover. "Damn, my head," he mumbled as he gently arose from his slumber, and he was surprised when he turned his sight to the woman sleeping next to him. "Sucks, what did I do again?" He asks himself as he stands up and puts on his boxers and pants.

They fall asleep together on the grass floor with the Moon goddess keeping watch over them. Adrian wakes up first, he stretches his body languidly. Learning to control transformations at full moons is a mastery, one that is known to him. For this reason, he can wake up the morning after a full moon and not wonder what havoc he may or may not have wreaked the previous night. Although, there are certain unaccountable scenarios where his true nature shows who still has the upper hand. He's about to get up when he hears a feminine sleepy whimper. He turns around and it's the annoying tyrant that he gave a brush down the other day. He looks at her closely and sees love bites on her neck where her

She laid on the floor bleeding out as a woman she had never seen before smirked at her. Right after, Jacob walked into the room and heard her heartbeat getting faint. The shower door was coated in scentless wolfsbane. He smiled as he grabbed Savannah and proceeded to fuck her on the bathroom sink as his Goddess given mate could only watch while taking her last breath. Afterwards, Savannah cleaned up all traces of them and made it seem as though Hera’s death just occured. Jacob called the pack warriors and doctors to report the incident. It seemed as though this happened while he wasn’t home, although his daughter swore he was the last person at home with her mother.

Almost kind. "You have dreamed this seventeen times," the voice said. "Tonight will be the eighteenth. After tonight, you will not dream it anymore." Marcus's lips moved. "Why?" he managed to croak. No answer. Only the sound of slow, steady breathing from above. Then the voice said something that made Marcus's blood run cold for a different reason. It said: "Because after tonight, you will not need to dream it. You will live it."

Colin's world seemed covered by a thin gray veil, blurring the boundaries between reality and dreams. In his spacious office, the floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the bustling cityscape at night—neon lights flashed and traffic moved past. Yet in his eyes, everything had lost its original color, becoming distorted and surreal. He often suffered from insomnia. Even when he managed to fall asleep, he would wake from nightmares. In his dreams, Sophie's small figure struggled in a pool of blood, while Aspen's desperate cries echoed in his ears like a curse.

BUTTERFLY Darkness is falling again But I know that mortal sleep Turned into a nightmare in a rocking cradle... My frozen consciousness, nourished by the venom of a sorceress scorpion, was slowly recovering at dawn. An endless crackling of records in my mind... There is no melody, the corners of my mind are filled with terrible melodramas. Didn't I die in the middle of a nightmare last time? If all that I saw wasn't real, it must have been nasty pus running through my dark mind.