Sonic Nightmares Novels & Stories

why can't you leave me alone to enjoy the peaceful and sweetness of this sleep,as you can see it still mid night", Sonia said sleepily without opening her eyes to see it's already morning, "oh I can see it still mid night,by the time I call Philip to pour you the water of passion,then you will wake up", Monie then tries to stand up, pretending to call Philip,before Sonia hearing that opens her eyes to see it was already morning. "Oh big sis,am sorry for not making an attempt in waking up when you ask me too,the sleep was so wonderful that I never wanted to stand up, you had just let me miss a kiss from my prince charming in my dreams", said sonia,

You are from my dreams, August screamed inside his head, trying to deal with the madness gripping his self. Both chanted and sang while a huge creature emerged from the smoke. This beast stood a bit bigger than the others, and was the one sporting black fur. Two of the grey creatures brought him gory bits of Roman soldiers. One held a leg, the thigh end glistening in the moonlight. The other tossed a head up and down in its hands like a child playing with a ball. The black haired creature snatched the head from the grey monster’s grasp, and bit into it like a man would an apple, and threw it to the ground. The big thing smacked its lips so loud those in hiding could hear it.

He woke up gasping for air, drenched in sweat, his heart drummed like a machine gun. The last thing he remembered was his dad choking him against the wall, he tried to pull his hand off his neck but his tiny arms gave way. He hadn't had those nightmares in a while, not after Charlie. He curled up in his bed, feeling like a little boy again, all alone in the dark. Fear paralyzed him, when he looked at the clock on the bedside, it was only 10 minutes after 4 AM.

Each scream carried the weight of my powerlessness, a plea for salvation drowned in the surreal nightmare that held me captive. As the rain of blood intensified, so did my screams. The crimson drops seemed to absorb the resonance of my cries, creating a dissonant harmony that mirrored the disintegrating fabric of my own psyche. The nocturnal landscape bore witness to my agony, each scream etching a mark on the desolate canvas of my tormented dreams. Relentless torment persisted, an unyielding barrage of pleas and cries punctuating the breakdown of reality around me. In the throes of the nightmare, my screams became a haunting melody of despair, a soulful lament that seemed to merge with the

Solia moved, corresponding to the woman's movements. “My son, he was with the..." The woman trailed off before turning her gaze back to Solia. “Forgive me, but I can't.” Solia heard movements behind her; in a swift, fast motion, she spun around, and a bat connected with the back of her head. She had been so focused on the woman that she didn't hear the noise behind her. She lost her balance, crashing towards the nearest table. She slammed her head against the table, her eyes blurring as pain crowded her senses. Yulia was back, and she wasn't back at the right time.

I scream and stab him in the neck with a stick, but my strength is fading. My legs give out. I hit the ground hard. Blood pools beneath me. My breath is shallow. They circle again. Laughing this time. I close my eyes. Eva… I’m sorry. A final growl. Then claws. Then— Darkness. EVA I shoot up in bed, drenched in cold sweat. Blood. Trees. Teeth. Sonia. The vision came like a knife to the brain—fast, sharp, and terrifying. I saw her surrounded, bleeding, her heart slowing.

Her thoughts drifted into the treacherous realm of her own nightmares, which had morphed into a nightmarish ordeal of their own. These dreams were insidiously becoming more vivid, more nightmarish, as though the universe had conspired to transform her nights into an unending reel of terror. Each night, it was the same haunting scenario that played out with relentless persistence: the pleading eyes of an unknown figure, the thunderous echo of gunshots that tore through her consciousness, and the paralyzing sense of despair that gripped her very soul. These nocturnal horrors had become a prisoner of her mind, relentlessly ransacking her peace.

Andrews drinking his coffee. I could still feel David's eyes staring but was too scared to look. Until I heard him snap his fingers. "Now I remember where I've seen her." he blurted. "David-" Mr. Andrews started. "Don't you-" he continued. "She's the girl that you drew from your dream Mason." David interrupted, turning to point at my boss. Who drew who now?

"Crazy?" Xanti asked. He wouldn't deny that he was also terrified when the conversation was about a ghost. "You can see his behaviors earlier, when he's speaking his eyes looking around and suddenly smile and when you entered I noticed him screaming outside," said Nash even though he was terrified. "What is he shouting?" They all asked. The three stopped shouting and started listening to them.. "My child....give my daughter back....Where is my daughter Casey?! Wait who is Casey hahahaha." They stopped when Nash suddenly did what the old man did earlier.

My dreams were plagued with those same creatures again. I would wake up and hear the sounds they were making, the terrible screeching noises. And I would scream in frustration. And scream and scream and scream, until someone finally came running into my bedroom. Jaxton. Of course. Always Jaxton. Even in the nightmare, I never knew it could be so real.