Supernatural American Nightmare Novels & Stories

of pain that made her eyes water; blood had drenched his back all the way through his coat. Black glistened on her fingers: blood, his blood. “No,” she sat up, hitting her head on the dead tree they were sleeping under, but she ignored the pain and reached out to him. “Toby!” BRIAN sat bolt upright in his bed, heart pounding and breathing rapidly. The cool air of his bedroom brushed over his sweating body. Witch. “What’s wrong?” Leah rolled over and propped her chin on her hands, her body relaxed and sated. “I don’t know.” He took a deep breath, but there had been no strangers in his room. Though his head cleared quickly, the memory of his dream eluded him. Everything except that one word:

“You wish. No, they come to me a lot, images of an older gal with reddish gray hair, all kinky and long, gotta lil gal with her, ‘bout half her size.” “You don’t say?” Porcius nodded. “They raised a woman from the dead last night.” August near to choked on his flask of wine. “What?” “Yeah, these two gals prayed and chanted over this big ol’ pupa thing, a cocoon, like a butterfly, and it burst open, oozing blood and guts . . . and out rolls this beautiful woman, pale and red haired . . . nicely built too.” “Wonder why you’d dream that?’

A glint of silver glinted in the twinkling light as Annemarie raised a ceremonial knife high, its tip aimed at Rain's stomach. She was going to jab that knife into Rain! A horrifying realization dawned on River - they were about to perform a ritual, one that required a sacrifice. And Rain was their chosen lamb. Annemarie's voice rose above the chanting. She was humming a sharp incantation that sent a shiver down River's spine. They were so engrossed in the ritual that none of them noticed her and Gonzalo standing behind them yet. The sight of the blade poised over her daughter's innocent form was the final straw for River. Her entire blood ran cold and her face turned ashen. That was it; her

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

They enticed me with this nightmare so they just have to be ready. It is now pay-back time.

No discrimination between wolves, vampires or humans. Though I had such a beautiful experience when I settled for the night I had a terrible nightmare. I was drenched in blood standing in the midst of bodies faces I could recognize, Sia, Giveon, Max, Brad and Nathan. The dream shattered with a violent jolt. I shot upright in bed, sweat clinging to my skin, my heart slamming against my ribs. My breathing was ragged, but the images refused to fade. The metallic scent of blood still lingered in my nostrils, the cries still rang in my ears.

“This Agremon you’re referring to is a really bad guy. He used to be part of the Brethren, but he fell from grace and now works for this Namirha. Dollars to doughnuts, Namirha is an alias for Satan. With what you’ve told me about your birthdays and Hannah’s nightmares, it looks as though Namirha wants her and is using Agremon to get her. Agremon’s the perfect guy to get her, too. He’s able to turn dreams into nightmares, invade people’s imaginations, and take souls while they sleep. When you die in one of his concocted dreams, you die for real. Listen closely. We can’t let Agremon get near her again.” “On that point, I agree.” She unfolded her arms, uncrossed her legs, and scooted to the edg

She was going to wipe out the entire Supernatural race. She stood straight and drew energy from everything she could touch. Maybe because she was close to death she could feel everything strongly. So sensitive against her skin and her insides. She pulled everything inside and she kept taking more inside. She wasn’t sure why anyone hadn’t attacked yet. The creatures weren’t that smart. Maybe they were. She absorbed and did that till she felt a stream of blood go up her throat. That was when she let go. She didn’t know what happened, but she knew she was around. The little balance between consciousness and unconsciousness. She couldn’t really see or talk, but she was awake. When she did open h

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

"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