Melancholy Nightmare Novels & Stories

That all the others still were leaving behind To make that sweat is running down your spine Baby, I'm your nightmare We make your sheets alive and fill the space up That all the others still were leaving behind To make that sweat is running down your spine Baby, I'm your nightmare You know you can't get over me 'Cause I can set desire free When moonlight's shining through the trees Oo tama, kahit gusto niyang mawala sa isipan ang dating kaibigan na tinuring niya ring kapatid noon ay hindi niya ito kayang kalimutan ng habang siya ay nabubuhay sa mundo. I'm coming from your fantasies You need that dirty mad dog, me You cannot live without, you see And when it's dream time I'll return To feed t

I could see that he was genuinely worried. “Yes, it was just a nightmare. A chillingly lifelike and haunting dream...” I mumbled, my voice sounded groggy. It was just a nightmare, right? A small chuckle escaped me and I looked up at him. “I guess that is why it’s called a nightmare. Night terrors often feel incredibly realistic.” I could still feel the remnants of fear lingering in my mind, as if the dream had embedded itself into my thoughts. The more I tried to shake it off, the stronger its grip on me became.

The darkness were like a cold gaze looking straight ahead, a hard stare with a grim mouth. It’s like...like how the nightmares desolate Germa before. [GERMA’S FLASHBACK, A SUDDEN MEMORY] I was torn between running, and screaming; frozen on the spot, I could see Melaura’s orbs stared back, yet the only difference between us was mine is filled with life, while hers is empty. They were green. They still held the same colour, but blankness and the shallow look is what they offered right exactly. Momentarily, I was lost. The blood stained clothes and cheeks—she was lying on a heap, and wrinkled sheets, Melaura looks deflated, her arms on each side and her legs hanging onto the side of the bed tol

She is simply gone. The knowledge settles into my bones with crushing finality. My knees hit the stone floor hard enough to jar my teeth. I clutch my chest, fingers digging into flesh as if I can hold the bond together by force alone. Pain rips through me, not physical, not entirely. but something far deeper, something that howls through the marrow of my soul. Nythene. Dreams go silent, and when that happens only the nightmares will remain. For a heartbeat, the world holds still. Then, the mirror flares to life.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the remnants of the nightmare clinging to her like a suffocating fog. The room was bathed in an ethereal light as Luna realized it was all just a dream, a twisted creation of her fearful imagination. Yet, the remnants of the nightmare lingered, leaving her trembling with the weight of a reality she couldn't fully comprehend. As Luna sat there, breathless and tormented, trying to process the horror that had unfolded in her subconscious mind, she couldn't escape the pervasive feeling that there was more to her nightmares than meets the eye. The secrets of her past, the tragic fate of her mother, clung to her like a shroud of mystery, leaving her yearning for ans

I didn’t need anyone finding out about this meeting. “No, I covered my tracks.” I followed Rook to a spot where he had hidden our two Nightmares. Nightmares are demonic horses that are black with manes and tails made of fire, their eyes are red and unless you are a demon, I wouldn’t recommend touching one. One touch from a nightmare could make you have horrific dreams for the rest of your life. They fed off fear and loved to torment the living. I mounted Amdis, my Nightmare. I've had had him since I was young, and he was loyal. The only one who could ride him was me. If another tried, they would end up seriously injured.

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

To float somewhere quieter than this gnawing dread that wouldn’t leave her alone. She tried to sleep. Tried to summon the dark. But every time her eyelids met the darkness, it wasn’t peace that came—it was the image of that bird’s corpse. Neck nearly torn through. Blood pooling like black ink in a nightmare. The stench of it still clung to her memory. That thing, that lifeless object, kept living in her mind. ‘This can’t be real,’ she thought. ‘It must’ve been a mistake…’

“Son of a bitch, “Dannie said in a sigh. She rested her forearms on her knees. With a slow, deep breath she waited until her heart finally caught on to the fact there was no danger. It was only a nightmare. Another fucking nightmare. As long as Dannie could remember, she had them. On a typical week, Dannie would suffer three to five nightmares. They were all similar in theme: death, mayhem, and suffering— all the good stuff. Though, she never actually had a nightmare with the deabru before. Usually, her nightmares were vague concepts and seemingly symbolic. The only time Dannie stopped having nightmares was when she was away from home. It was the negative energy thrown at her in this place,

CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT Rachel~ I sat up in a sweat just after 3am. Flashes of a nightmare still etched into my eyelids. A large dark crow swallowed me whole. I fought and fought, but down its beak I went. I slithered down its throat and even though I tried to crawl back out but couldn’t make any progress. At last I was running out of air. That’s what forced me to wake up. The feeling that I wasn’t getting any air and was dying.