Supernatural American Nightmare Novels & Stories

“You don’t feel any shame? No guilt for what you did?” "You think I haven’t felt guilt?" His voice cracked, an edge of hysteria creeping in. "Since I’ve been hiding in the U.S., I haven't slept right! Every time I close my eyes, someone is there. That night, Katrina... I can’t escape it! That night when I accidentally killed people! And now—" He stopped, throwing his hands through his hair, yanking at it. “I’m seeing things. I think—no, I know I saw something. A skeleton wolf, maybe... no... it was larger. Darker. A lycan!” My breath caught in my throat. “Lupus,” I whispered, the name slipping past my lips before I could stop it.

In fact, I'd been so high, I hadn't even noticed when I'd just started accepting everything. Davey's dead. Oscar Turnbull isn't human. Angels exist. You're a witch. Oh, and that demon you're now sleeping with has a Gospel written about him, because he's not just the son of Lucifer; he's the most powerful creature alive and the future of the world rests in his reluctant hands.

She thought deeply for a while, sat up and began to write again: " Hi dear diary, tomorrow is my birthday but tonight is my meeting with my demons. I am scared, mom says I should pray, Aunt Ann said the same thing but I don't believe in it anymore. I don't even know how to pray; I'm mad at God. Aunt Ann says it's wrong to blame God but I can't help it although I do not say it out loud. I want to stop blaming God. I think these demons are to blame after all. Dear diary, I ain't sleeping tonight not because I don't feel sleepy, but because I want to break record, I want to be able to say I didn't have any nightmare on the night preceding my birthday for the first time in seven years. I want to

I lean in against him and let out a breath, mustering up my courage to tell him everything there is about my nightmares. I tell him about the trails the two witches go through in my nightmares, the hunt on them, the abuse, the torture and their death at the stake. A look of satisfaction crosses his face and when I fill him in on that the nightmares are most likely memories of my ancestors, he looks away and apologizes. His grip on me tightens and the shock and horror is evident on his face, but also sorrow that I have to go through that every full moon. Finally I tell him about the flashes of memories I just had, the good they did for the people and super naturals around them and he seems su

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

“Listen, Bree, what I was saying is the truth; Azazel is a demon, Lucifer is the devil and Fallon... well... Fallon is also supernatural. They're here because they're trying to stop Marina, aka Marael and Sahara, from bringing hell on earth. Sahara and Marael have been keeping you and me stationary until they can use us for their spell.” Bree slumps on the couch and rubs her fingers against her temple. “So, the nightmares are real?” Zoe sits down next to her and takes her hand. “Are you talking about the night terrors you've been having?” Bree nods, tears glinting in her eyes. “I always see it. It has glowing eyes and snake teeth. And I'm running from it, but before it can kill me, I'm saved

Adam had suggested it after walking in on me having a panic attack in Lucia's nursery. "The nightmares will fade eventually," I said, though I didn't sound convincing. "Maybe. Or maybe they won't and we'll learn to live with them." He kissed my forehead. "Either way, you're not alone in this." I wanted to believe him. But the nightmares were getting worse, not better. And they were affecting my work. Three days later, I was consulting on a case remotely. Five year old girl in Texas, phoenix hybrid with uncontrolled fire manifestation. Simple enough. I'd handled dozens of similar cases.

I want him to know that I will not be in any danger again because we will both protect each other. “Being with you means accepting the fact that I will constantly be facing nightmares and I am fine with that.” I lifted my head and stared at his eyes. “You can call me crazy but those nightmares enticed me into entering your whole life.” “Asper…” I smiled. “I love you, Caspian Jyn.” I caressed his cheeks. “And I am ready to face any kind of nightmare just to be with you.” “But…”

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.

I raised my hands in mock surrender. You’re taking too long,” Arnold chimed in, and before either of them could argue, he walked over, plucked both DVDs from their hands, and held them up like a judge holding evidence. They immediately stood too, eyeing him like he’d committed a crime. “We’ll just watch both,” he said, as if explaining basic math to toddlers. “Start with horror, end with romance. We have all night.” “I don’t know how you didn’t think of that,” he added as he slid the horror movie into the player. “Now sit down before I revoke your movie privileges.”