Have you ever had a nightmare you can't wake up from? Elana Suthard has an interesting ability to dream the future. When she dreams of her best friend, Claire, setting fire to the school, she can't believe herself. Having no idea what is going on, she stubbornly tries to find out what she can do to prevent it. Only when it does happen, the event unravels more mysteries than she thought was possible. Elana follows her best friend into the world of supernatural creatures, only to find out she is one of them. And although she now has Nathan Night who is surprisingly over-protective of her, there are a lot more people willing to hurt rather than help her.
View MoreThe flames licked up Claire's legs, fire shooting out of her pale hands, fire surrounding her before I could get there. Her piercing screams splitting the air in two, and for the longest moment of my life, I couldn't get to her fast enough.
I rounded the burning cafeteria tables and reached out to help her, but only finding a pile of ash in the place she last occupied.
There was no way she was gone. She just got away, right?
An overwhelming feeling of helplessness sat heavy in my chest as I continued to search for her.
The sight flashed over and over in my mind and no matter where I was or what I was doing, my dream was still hauntingly fresh.
“Suthard! What is it?” I finally snapped out of my trance and was greeted by my ticked off history teacher.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know, Mrs. Kirkwood.” I blurted, not even knowing the question.
“You don’t know why the American Civil war started?” She asked, dumbfounded as the rest of the class burst into a mass of giggles.
I didn’t want her to catch on my dozing again, so I hung my head low and mumbled, “No.”
Mrs. Kirkwood seemed to buy it, “Alright then, let’s hope your friend here can help you. Ms. Bound, what is it?”
My best friend tore her gaze from me to the teacher and told her, “because of slavery.” When Claire replied, she turned back to me and mouthed, ‘are you okay?’
With a quick nod, I turned back to our teacher and tried to focus on what she was saying, but my mind kept drifting back to this dream I had.
The bell snapped my attention back into the present and I scurried all my belongings back into my backpack. I flung it onto my shoulder and looked up to find Claire waiting for me by the door.
I hurried to catch up with her, the whole time avoiding eye contact with my flustered teacher, who was watching me intently. I finally reached the door and rushed Claire into the hallway.
We made our way to my locker like we always did after the sixth period, with Claire shooting me worried looks all the way there.
When we made it to my locker, Claire finally demanded, “Alright, spill it.”
I tried to shake her off, still knowing it wouldn’t happen.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, please. Don’t play this with me. I saw how distant you were in class. You were practically drooling. What’s going on in that mind of yours?”
I tried not to make it sound too creepy. “I haven’t been sleeping too well lately.”
She stared blankly at me for a second before her mouth dropped open and stayed that way until I finished placing my history book in my locker.
She finally spoke after what seemed like forever, but it came out as a small whisper, “Shut-up! You had another dream! Like the other mojo one? What happened?” She demanded.
I faced her full on after I shut my locker. “Nothing really. This one was really stupid and I doubt it would ever happen like my ‘mojo ones’.” I let some sarcasm seep into my voice at the end of the sentence.
“Yeah, but if it’s not a stupid one, it could mean something or tell the future like your last ones. Tell me!” She begged.
A year ago, I told her I had a dream about her current boyfriend, Brody, getting mugged in an alleyway behind the old bookstore. I had never told anybody besides my brother, and I was surprised when she believed that I have these kinds of psychic dreams that can tell the future.
We had called the authorities ahead of time and they arrived before anyone managed to get hurt. When asked by them why we called it in, Claire covered for me, saying she saw these creeps watching her boyfriend recently, and she was just worried. They are no longer together, but that incident has made me put my trust in her in the highest possible way. The only other person I trust as completely as her is my older brother, Liam.
“You’re probably going to think I’m losing it. Seriously, it’s stupid.”
“Yeah, right. When was the last time I laughed at you? Come on, I’ve known you for years. Just tell me what happened.”
I took a deep breath and gave in, “Fine, but you can’t laugh at me, okay?”
I waited for her nod before continuing.
“You set the school on fire—and it wasn’t matches or anything. You actually shot the fire out of your hands.”
I tried to ignore her confused look and continued.
“But, I couldn’t get to you in time. No matter what I did, the fire made sure you were unreachable then you—”
I cut myself short, because I couldn’t tell her the two of us went in there, but only one came out. I just stopped and looked at her
She was looking at me as if I had three heads.
She opened and closed her mouth three times, and I took the time to turn around and start heading for our next classes.
She appeared beside me before I could go far.
“Well, maybe this one is figurative, like, I start a problem or something, and there is no backing out of it?” she suggested
“Yeah, maybe…”
I let the skepticism seep into my tone, but then dropped it.
“But, it all felt so real. I felt the heat and the smoke suffocating me, like I couldn't breathe anymore. I don’t know. Maybe this time, I am losing it.”
“No, El. Look at me.” She grabbed my shoulder and forced me to look at her.
She stared into my eyes as she spoke, “You haven’t lost it. This entire thing means something like it always does. Okay?”
I still didn’t really believe her, but didn’t get a chance to voice my opinion before the bell rang.
She mirrored my smile and we both rushed up the stairs and into our classes, hers thankfully right next to mine.
I walked into my advanced Calculus class, which was full of seniors. I have to say it was a little awkward being the only junior in this class, but I loved math. It was one subject I was good at.
The assignment was easy, as always, and I finished early again. So, instead of studying or reading, like I usually did when I finished the assignment, I just sat back and let my mind wander.
What if Claire was right? What if it were just figurative, then what did it mean? Or was it just a regular, stupid, pointless dream like normal people had?
As much as I wanted to believe that, my dreams have never been normal, and there was no reason why they would start now.
The bell took an excruciating long time to ring, and, glad school was out, I began walking out in the halls. I saw Claire and waved to her as I walked down the stairs and out the back door of the high school.
My brother, Liam, was on the wrestling team and while he stayed after school, I left as soon as I could. I shot my brother a quick text and waited for his response, which was once again a warning to be careful.
I told him I will and slid the phone back into my pocket.
The sun soaked in all my pores as the slight breeze brushed against my body. I closed my eyes and let myself soak in the moment. It was nice to be walking home on sunny days and I relished in the feel of the warm sun bathing my skin.
The walk home was relaxing. It was a good mile, and I enjoyed every step. All my stresses and worries were lost in an instant. Most people complained about having to walk home from school, but I quite enjoyed the stroll.
“Look at you walking alone on the streets. It’s like you were waiting for me.”
I stopped abruptly and snapped open my eyes to find a man leaning against one of the walls of a home in my neighborhood. He sauntered out of the shadows and glided towards me. This man truly was intimidating.
He was well over six feet tall, with an intimidatingly large, muscular build. His eyes were two different colors—one dark brown and the other icy blue.
He had a scar under his pale eye, and another reaching from the bottom of his right nostril to the top of his lip. His smile sent shivers up my spine, and no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get myself to escape it.
He was about a yard away when I finally found my feet and slowly stepped away from him.
Another man came from my street behind him and yelled, “She’s not home, boss”, but stopped as he saw me.
The evil man grinned and replied, “It’s okay. She’s right here.”
I must have looked confused, because the man spoke up.
”We’re not here to hurt you. Yet. If you don’t stay away, I won’t be so nice. You have no part in this, and if I hear of you interfering again, I will not hesitate to discard of you, are we understood?”
With each word, he moved forward a little until he was in my face. His breath smelled like tobacco, mixing with the scent of sweat to burn my nostrils.
I decided to take the easy way out. I thought back to some of the self-defense moves Liam had shown me.
Doing the easiest one I could think of, I grabbed his shoulders and kneed him in the groin. He doubled over, obviously not expecting me to fight back, and I took the opportunity to knee him again in the nose.
Without any other delays or hesitation, I snatched a lanyard from his pocket and took off, hearing the muffled noise of yelling behind me.
I turned around to see the other guy charging towards me. I quickened my pace, with the jungle of keys hanging from my hand.
Why did I have to grab the lanyard?
Knowing I could run longer than him, I took the long way home. Surprisingly, this guy managed to make it longer than I expected, but I still beat him.
Waiting until he had to stop, I sprinted home and didn’t stop until my key was in the lock and I was inside the sanctuary of my own home.
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Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look!Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint. I abruptly sat up. Now where was I?
My mind was jerked awake, but my body refused to stir. All I wanted to do was sleep for the next, like, forever.The hard mattress under my back made me realize something was wrong. My bed back at the house felt like clouds, not a rock. I slowly peeled my eyes open, squinting at the bright light that burned my iris.An old, dusty quilt was laid heavily across my body. It looked like I was in some cheap hotel, but nothing around me gave me confirmation of where I was. Not even the windows, which were covered by heavy curtains.Another frightful thought raced through my head. How did I get here? I thought back to the woods. The last thi
I lifted my head to the accusation. In an instant, the film over my mind fell away and reality dawned on me. All? A small group of men emerged from the shadows, all in dark suits. I almost mistook one of the men for Junto, but then corrected myself immediately. This man looked a lot more angry than I believed Junto could ever be. There was a shorter man next to him, his skin so white it glowed in the moonlight. His aged face looked wrinkled and his head was starting to bald from age. Behind them, there was a small group of about five people, but I still felt outnumbered.I felt my body tremble and hugged myself; I feeling more unsure of myself than ever. I averted my eyes, feeling guilty. They already know, I told myself. I stared at the ground, trying to make some of that guilt go away, but instead a s
I wish I could listen. I wish I could turn around and run, never looking back. I wish I could leave Nathan behind and book it out of here as fast as I could. I wish I could listen to my brother's council and just leave.But I can't.The smoke had started to thin as Johnathan's silhouette disappeared. “Wait, no!” I cried. My aching feet propelled me forward and I stumbled through the dead grass. My feet still burned from the left-over heat forcing its way into my cuts. The smoke thinned more and more as I kept hobbling into the empty night. “Wait! Come back!” I called to his destitute presence.He's not coming back,
By now, Nathan is inches from the vampire, looking at something behind me as if his life depended on it. I turned to see Liam dragging me towards the rest of the pack, all of them changed into wolves just as Nathan is. The deadly intent was only coming from Nathan, but the others had a protective stance.Dimitri looked angry as he glanced between the pack, Nathan, and me. Although Liam wasn't a supernatural like the others, he still held his ground and shoved me behind him. “Well, it looks like my job got a bit harder.”Dimitri lunged at us, but Claire intercepted him, snapping at his leg. He moved in a flash, grabbing Claire's exposed neck and threw her across the forest, colliding hard with a solid pine tree. The long root
I had a hard time focusing. I couldn’t see. I felt detached from my own body, as if I was nothing but an observer.My body lay limp on a rocky outcropping. Pine and fir trees huddled around the rocks I lay on. A thick blanket of snow covered the ground and accented the sharp lines of the rocks. Beyond that, a mirage of rocks and trees are displayed before me, white sprinkled around them.What's happening? Why am I here?A cold wind whipped through the woods and sliced through the branches like icy knives. I couldn’t feel the cold. I was numb, dulled, trapped in my own body.
Unbelievable sparks explode from my mouth as his lips make contact with mine. The whole world around me is tuned out as I solely focus on his kiss. I move my numb hands from my side and to the base of his head. I find his hair, pulling at it and undoing all the work he put into making it look nice. He moves his lips against mine and my toes curl as another set of fireworks set off every part of my body.Nathan pulls back slightly and fear invades my mind. What if he pulls away? I pull my arms tighter around his neck and kiss him back, my entire body on fire from the uncontrollable lightning spreading through my body. Our lips move perfectly together, as if they were made for each other.A low moan escapes from my lips as Nathan
Only an hour had passed by, but my feet were killing me and I was tired of putting on a fake smile.I was now standing in a small circle surrounded by three other couples. They were the future Alphas of their own pack, but they seemed to be only slightly older than Nathan. Ben and Krista were the next for the Blackmoor Shade Pack, John and Angela next in line for the South Shade Pack, and Daemon and Liz inherit the Thornton Shade pack.They were all engaged in some talk about the packs. I realized I knew almost nothing of their way of life. Although Shifters go to these events to find their future mate, an Alpha just has to be eighteen in order to imprint. Not only that, but the Alpha and Luna—male and female leader of the pack&md
Claire may have given me a variety of questions to answer, but I didn't want to reply to any of them. They're not getting worse because I'm improving my skills, but because my lifestyle has changed tremendously, and not in the best way, apparently.Claire sensed I didn't want to talk about it. She let out a long, drawn-out sigh and her tense shoulders slumped against the seat like she was exhausted. “Are you okay to go into the party? I can take you back to the house if you would like.” Hyene asked, her cell phone still pressed against her ear tightly.I thought about the tempting offer. It was safe there, and that was something I needed to feel right now. I could go and write it down to help myself forget about this nightma
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