Supernatural American Nightmare Novels & Stories

She was never going to surrender to him; he bought her, but he couldn't buy her life. She was going to make sure she made his life a living nightmare. She was going to make him regret ever buying her and let her go. Yes, he was going to release her himself when he got tired of her. She grinned; he didn't know what he bought. He had just purchased a nightmare, and that nightmare was hers.

I’m your nightmare. I quickly turned around ready to leave this alley when I bumped into a hard toned chest. Looking up I felt my heart sink deeper into my stomach as I felt color drain from my face. I paled as I felt a strong fatigue coming. “Did you miss me bunny” the same voice that was behind the shadows said but this time I could see his full face and the sight of him made me nauseous, my dread, what I had always feared had returned. Leo Miller.

I cried out in pain as I dropped to the floor. "And that is to make sure you won't run again," his lips lifted into a smirk while my eyes stung with tears. I felt the world around me shifting. Darkness crept around me but I turned my eyes to Lindsey. My eyes rolled back and my eyelids started to feel heavy, I tried to reach out to my sister. I had the feeling that I wouldn’t be able to see her again. The last thing I heard before welcoming the darkness was his bitter voice saying, "Take her." and with that, I closed my eyes and lost myself into oblivion.

Those that didn’t go peacefully were ended. Americans who had committed to the “Fangs Are Welcome” movement had filmed LIGHTS members destroying Vampires who refused to go and used the footage to cause upheaval amongst those who were not sure. They’d edited and modified the videos to make it look gruesome, replacing ash with blood, faking scenes where children were slaughtered. The entire situation was awful, and it was then that her father had lost the last small grip he had had on sanity amongst the citizens of the United States.

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.

But as the night progressed and the full moon rose in the sky, he started to feel the transformation coming on. He gritted his teeth and tried to fight it, but it was no use. Soon he was writhing on the floor, howling in pain as he transformed into a wolf. Damien and Dr. Stacy watched in horror as the wolf broke free from its restraints and ran out of the room, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. "I don't understand," Damien said, tears streaming down his face. "Your serum was supposed to work." Dr. Stacy looked grave. "It was supposed to work. But there's something I didn't account for. Lycanthropy is a complex genetic disorder. And there are some strains that are resistant to treat

“Now, if it does harm you, it might be something else entirely.” “You know, like a demon haunting you or some kind of paranormal entity messing with your subconscious,” he added. His casual tone only made the weight in my chest grow heavier, and I sighed deeply. I wanted to dismiss his words as mere superstition. But Damien is a demon—and the lingering sensation of his touch—made me feel like the boundary between dreams and reality wasn’t so clear-cut after all. “Are you having nightmares lately?” Anton asked, his voice laced with genuine concern as he leaned slightly forward, his eyes studying my face intently.

It simply disintegrated, then reappeared back in the car. “Sick bastard,” I spat. He'd been stalking me. I tore a slim black book from the rat pile. Book of Psychopomps was etched on it in gold ink. Numbers, emails, and old-fashioned addresses accompanied names, written in no apparent order. I rifled through the pages: “Old farts: ODIN, MORRIGAN, YAMA, HERMES....” and “New pests: ANAESTHESIA, AIDS, SANTA MUERTE...” A red ribbon marked a page at the back. “Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.”

A man with eyes like lightning. "Selene," I murmured. "And Zeus." Damian's eyes widened. "You remember?" I nodded. "They said the world was ending. That I have to find the hybrids." A knock on the front door interrupted us. Moments later, Austin appeared at the bedroom door. His expression was grim. "We have visitors. They're not from any known pack. One of them... might be one of the hybrids." That pulled me upright. I swung my legs over the side of the bed. My joints screamed in protest, but I didn’t care.

He nodded at Zee approving it. After a while Callum was calm enough not to shiver and panic. "Now. How about some juice"? Saint came into the room with another glass and this time he drank it silently. "Callum ". He saw Stephen sitting beside him with Enzo slipping out of the bed. They all settled giving Stephen the margin to hold him. And support them both. "What you saw was not a nightmare though how I wish it to be. This is the reason why I was against it in the first place to have a Human here in the den of Non Humans. Or Vampires as you call us.