Supernatural American Nightmare Novels & Stories

Brianna slowly opened her eyes and felt a splitting headache. She groaned and clutched her head. The pain was so intense that it made it hard for her to think straight. Satan stood at the balcony door with a stone look. His dark face was more terrifying than the darkness of night. Isaac had long left the mansion after giving instructions to Satan. Except for Roy, no one dared to enter the room, as they were afraid of Satan's wrath. They were safe for now because Brianna hadn't opened her eyes, but once she regained her consciousness, Satan might settle the score with them.

I made new friends and unfriend them the same day Got my blood stolen by some demons and now. Shutting my eyes tightly, I tried to wish for everything to be a bad nightmare I wish I could open my eyes and see myself in amityvilla I felt something dripping on my face making me frown What the hell is that terrible smell ?? I quickly opened my eyes Boom!!! It was a demon with no eyes but it's heart outside it chest It gave a loud yelping sound making me scream in shock and fear.... The last thing I remembered was mum yelling my name before I lost consciousness

When we were done with dinner, I snuggled closer to Damon's side, seeking solace in his protective embrace as we watched a movie in bed but something called to me. "Selene," an evil scratchy voice called my name from a dark corner, my body became paralyzed from fear. What the fuck called me??? My breathing increased while I tightened my grip on Damon body... Oh hell, I'm not sleeping tonight, I took a silent vow... The night wore on, and exhaustion finally overtook me just as dawn approached. It was then that I fell into a troubled sleep, plagued by a recurring nightmare. In my dreams, as usual, I witnessed Damon being gruesomely killed by an unknown assailant, leaving me completely helpless

A figure emerged from the tree line—a tall man with the unmistakable confidence of someone who thought he was in control. Benton Nye. I had only seen his picture in the dossier Hana provided on the drive from the farm to the park. His picture had been burned into my mind—a man with sharp features, dark hair, and a smirk that barely concealed his arrogance. The dossier detailed his role as the leader of the American Hunter Association, his calculated brutality, and his obsession with destroying the supernatural and avenging his mentor, Sakina Adio. He didn’t just kill supernatural beings—he studied them, broke them, and experimented on them.

A screams tores through me as I hear and feel my skin pierced by him. I wake with a jolt on my bed. It was still dark outside. I glanced to my right, at the digital clock on my night table. 3:00 a.m. I straightened up in bed. My body aching due to the position I didn't move from. Perspiration covered my brow and chest. I was still wearing what I put on that morning after my shower. Throwing the covers off me, I sit on the edge of the bed, my arms on either side of me holding for dear life to the edge too. I closed my eyes for a moment and concentrated on bringing my heartbeat back to normal. That was the worst nightmare I had ever had. My own father was eating, bleeding me to death. I knew h

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.

he asks me, furrowing my eyebrows and taking another step towards me. Then, at that moment, a scream escapes from the depths of my throat as I cower and, millisecond after the fact, a grouping of images begins to streak before my eyes. I see the fear specialists killing Belasko, the main product that Angel and Sasha watched in the copyist's night, and a group of crows advancing from inside his chest; Sassa in her room, totally terrified and trying to close her ceiling window before a hand yanks the seat she's on; I see fear specialists appearing in Dark Potland and passing by the Angels' vehicle while they're stuck in trouble; each of the young people who grabbed and transformed in their exa

"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.

“I’m sure Greggory thought you meant me harm.” “Oh, he was right. I did, mean you harm, maybe not the type of harm he was thinking of. I’m more of a psychological terror.” Many people don’t like others digging around in their head. “You, my dear, seem to be the girl we’ve been looking for, for quite some time. The girl who can see one’s nightmares.” Zayne stares right at me. He makes his attention on me very clear. “The same girl that can banish and summon demons, immune to their foulness.”

“Tell me—what’s your relationship with Throne Knox?” “Oh,” I said mildly. “You mean my father?” The color drained from her face. Caelen still looked confused. “Who’s Throne Knox?” Samantha opened her mouth, closed it, then finally whispered, “The Knox family in Spain. One of the most powerful mafia families in the world.” She stepped closer to me, all her arrogance gone, her voice suddenly careful. “Miss Knox, I—” “What happened to calling me a cripple, Samantha?” I asked calmly. “Forgot already?”