Swapdream Nightmare Novels & Stories

“I think Jasper is trying to say you’re right, and he’s going to apologize so he and Katie can go home and have a mature conversation about this.” “I need her just as much as she needs me.” Jasper leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, facing away from us. I’m not sure if he’s speaking to us or just speaking out loud. He looks defeated, sitting still for a while before he turns his head, not enough to look at us, but enough for us to see his face. “She has nightmares. Kara never did. She told me she was too nervous to sleep. I guess you could say she was an insomniac, but Katie… Katie cries in her sleep. When I wake her up, she tells me about… monsters. I don’t know how else to des

I couldn't feel her anymore and that scared me more than anything. "What just happened!!!" Neil demanded and I stared up at Sally in horror. "They beat her. They almost raped her! I can't feel her!! IS SHE DEAD?!!" I frantically ran toward Sally. She shook her head as tears poured down her face. "I... I don't know. Maybe she passed out?" she offered with anguish on her face. We all froze for a moment. "If she's passed out, can you do the dream spell?" Vic asked and Sally nodded slowly at first but then stronger.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

Juana had never seen her friends sweep or cook except once when they baked a cake together for their granny's birthday. Juana didn't understand why Jasmine would adopt her two cousins too but she never asked her friends. Maybe she was a very kind type. Juana stared at the only avocado tree few metres away from the frontal flowers. It was tall and huge. Might as well have been planted over ten years ago. The swing that was carved out of it hung low under one of its branches. The avocados were huge and overripe but no one bothered plucking them. Juana had never heard anyone of them talk about the tree. The tree shed its leaves daily and most of the fruits fell daily too. The tree was not signi

said before closing the door behind him. I nodded, and forced a smile. The last statement was unnecessary, but I guess he wanted to have one last glance before leaving. He seemed really concerned, and I didn't understand why. After that night he tried to sleep with me, thongs had been really rough with us, or sometimes just unusually too quiet. Finally, we were both alone in my room. Jessica turned to me, her eyes filled with concern. She took my hand and led me to the bed, where we both sat down. "What happened, Tyla?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle. I took a deep breath, trying to explain. "I had a nightmare," I said, my voice shaking. "But it's not just that. I've been having these

His head resting along my shoulder. I knew I needed to get home. Knew my mother would be worried. But I was too tired to object to him sleeping. Nothing beyond this moment seemed real. For all I know he may be able to rewind time. Or wipe their memories of any trace of himself. Without further thought, darkness swallowed me, and I gave in to slumber. *** The nightmare I had was one of the most horrifying, I’d ever experienced. I was in the WitchFall dungeon. Surrounded by women who hung from the chains and ropes and on the racks. Their faces contorted in silent anguished screams.

Damian croons. He scoops me up into his arms and carries me back the way he came. As we move through the dreamland, the horrible forest of my nightmare slowly transforms. Gone is the blood and horror, the unwelcoming darkness that tormented me so terribly. It’s gradually replaced by the glittering woodland of our dream dates, and I feel myself changing too. No longer an injured, frightened little girl, but the woman I am today. I don’t know how long it takes, but Damian carries me all the way to our dream bed and climbs on, pulling me into his lap, “There now. I’ve got you, baby. It’s Over.

I panicked, looking at Nicholas's pitiful eyes as the swamp's icy grip clutched at his chest, dragging him down while Damon's desperate voice echoed like a haunting wind. The air reeked of damp earth and decay, suffocating my breath as I struggled to move. Just as I moved closer to them, I heard a loud thump, and my eyes flashed open. My forehead was sweating as my palm met my forehead. I just had a bad nightmare. I hugged my pillow, tossed the bed, and soon slept off again after ruminating on what the nightmare meant. ——— As I descended the stairs, my step-mother's voice startled me but I quickly regained my composure so that she didn't notice. “Did you get the text?” She bantered coldly, f

“How do you know?” Raven’s eyes glowed faintly with reflected aurora. “Because she’s calling for me.” --- Global Dreamspace — Nightmare Bloom Shadows rose like smoke along the horizon, their forms shifting, trembling with human fear. Nightmares made manifest. Faces twisted by guilt. Memories stained by wounds. Traumas long buried clawing their way into the shared dream. Sophia stepped forward. “No — not like this.” The nightmares surged, not malicious, but desperate — the unprocessed pain of billions seeking release all at once.

A surge of disappointment washed over her, leaving her with a lingering sense of unease. Attempting to clear her thoughts, Nemesis rubbed her temples and groaned softly. Her mind kept returning to a peculiar dream that had engulfed her senses prior to waking. It felt so vivid, so tangible, that at times she struggled to distinguish it from reality. In this dream, she encountered an unfamiliar version of herself and discovered a mysterious connection with the vampire lord, David. Yet, she couldn't quite grasp the significance or meaning behind these enigmatic revelations.