Supernatural American Nightmare Novels & Stories

“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,

“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

Right now they call me 'Pussy the mental guy'. As I was getting out of the house to get into the car and set off for school, I saw the Voodoo man walking ahead of me. I was very angry that I did not wanted to hear anything but he said, 'you have forgotten your book'. I check my bag pack and realized I have truly left the Black Cults book on my reading chair in my room. I went to pick it up and decided not to worry how he knew I hadn't taken it because I hear Voodoo is all about magic stuff.

I doubted my sanity would remain intact if I were to be left on my own. We all sat in the cozy living room, surrounded by plush cushions and soft blankets. My three best friends; Layla, Janelle, and Sofia, as well as Alyssa, my sister-in-law, flanked me on the large couch, while Alfredo and Alvida, my parents-in-law, sat on a couch opposite ours. The room was bathed in the warm, afternoon sunlight, but no amount of light could erase the darkness that still clung to my very being. I took a deep breath and looked at them, my voice shaky as I spoke. "I've been having these recurring nightmares,"

He knew that tone—Susan only spoke that way when she remembered something belonging to the Morrigan herself, something that transcended centuries, perhaps millennia. “Susan…” He gently squeezed her shoulders. “What did you see?” She remained silent for a few seconds, as if she didn’t want to utter those words, as if saying the name could make it real. When she spoke, her voice was low and grave. “The nightmare of the gods.” The room seemed to grow colder. Dmitry felt his entire body go on alert, the Lycan God inside him awakening at the mention of those words. “What are you talking about? What nightmare?”

Not like she was supporting the enemy which was actually Clara and Kieran, but they were kicking some home world butt. “And you got it” Ronnie said and she didn’t like her tone. “You’re lying”. “Not like I care or anything, but Supernaturals are dying. Just a reminder”. The seal was close enough to what she saw. She had seen it in her mind and it was close. The wings were on her back now and Ronnie had a smirk and Danny grabbed her by her wrist and she was glowing purple. “Like hell I’ll let you out of my sight”. And they made their way to the battlefield. She had arrived just in time to see spinning death going towards every soldier. The power alone radiating off of it scared her. But she d

The restaurant usually opens by 7:30AM, it would be a very long time but I have no choice. I heard a slight movement, I grew scared, I thought this place was unnoticeable, the movement was getting closer....what could be moving at this time of the night, no scrap that, this time of the day. It got closer, oh god please save me.... "Are you awake"I heard Miss Lauretta's voice, I heaved a sigh of relief. "Yes Miss Lauretta"I spoke back in a rush "You are an early riser...."she paused for a while before she spoke"Natasha..".

"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