Melancholy Nightmare Novels & Stories

His eyes rolled back, and he fell into a deep, immediate sleep. In his nightmare, he stood in an endless void. On each finger of his outstretched hands, he balanced a glowing orb. Each orb contained a swirling galaxy, teeming with life. As he watched, horrified and mesmerized, one orb slipped from his grasp. It didn’t fall; it unmade. The galaxy within winked out of existence without a sound, as if it had never been. A profound, cosmic grief filled him.

Charlotte’s POV I woke with a start at half past two. My heart was pounding, and I’d broken out in a cold sweat at some point during my nightmare, making my hair stick to the back of my neck. Another nightmare. Just like most nights. I sighed, having grown all too used to the feeling by now. My dreams were often plagued with images of blood and undeveloped lips forming the word: “Mommy”. My miscarriage. It never got easier, even if the nightmares were routine by now. Usually, I managed to fall back asleep, but this night had been a little worse than normal. I decided to make myself some tea.

I asked, squinting my eyes trying to get a glimpse of the stranger. “Oh please I know more than your name bunny, I know everything about you” he said taking two more steps. “So you are a stalker then, how long have you been stalking me?” I panicked as I took more steps back. “I’m not a stalker bunny, I’m your nightmare” the voice said and just like the wind he disappeared into the shadows like he was never there, my heart sank into my stomach as his last words echoed in my head. I’m your nightmare.

BUTTERFLY Darkness is falling again But I know that mortal sleep Turned into a nightmare in a rocking cradle... My frozen consciousness, nourished by the venom of a sorceress scorpion, was slowly recovering at dawn. An endless crackling of records in my mind... There is no melody, the corners of my mind are filled with terrible melodramas. Didn't I die in the middle of a nightmare last time? If all that I saw wasn't real, it must have been nasty pus running through my dark mind.

his voice was calm yet sombre. “Nightmare as in a bad dream?” “Bad dreams were named after nightmares, Callista. They are spirits who torment dreamers, feeding off of the terror they create.” “And he works for your brother?” I turned to face him and looked into his eyes, making my mind up to confront him about everything that had been on my mind over the past few weeks. “Morpheus, you need to explain everything to me. You can’t leave me in the dark anymore, not when nightmares are attacking me and women wake up from a coma to tell me you’re in danger and need my help.”

3rd pov; Multiple running memories that fades and dissolves, leaves a painful impact on the soul. There is nothing that can be done. All we can do is blame. Blame on the mind that flows in the direction of the repetitive scenery. Thus that’s how the movie is replayed whenever the button is clicked. The two Melani brothers stayed with Elena the whole night. Their hearts ached for the their little sister who whimpered and silently cried throughout her sleep. Her nightmares reappearing before her eyes like a broken film once again.

That look of disappointment was haunting me… No, focus on driving and getting Melody home. She needed to rest. She was exhausted. Worry about Damon tomorrow. With that, I pulled myself together and focused on getting us home. __ I barely slept last night because I kept having nightmares. I wouldn't stop seeing Damon's eyes. Sometimes, they jumped in front of me while I was driving and I ended up crashing or I would look into them and go insane. Or that one nightmare where everywhere I went, I couldn't look past the disappointment in his eyes.

he mumbles, almost in a whisper, massaging his head in an attempt to dispel the lingering emotions. Shaken by the vivid nightmare, Dean sits on the edge of his bed with the unsettling emotions stirred by the dream. The darkness of the room seems to press in on him as he contemplates the haunting vision of Kaitlyn. "Why do you keep haunting me?" he mutters, the words hanging heavy in the silent room. The echoes of his nightmares and the weight of guilt leave Dean in a state of profound unease, caught between the waking world and the remnants of his troubled sleep.

Bad. Cash and I were the only ones that survived the Nightmare from our family. Mom and Dad were already sick by the time the vampires came to our home to 'save' us. The vamps were only there for me. They had found out about my IQ and wanted my brain to join them. I had insisted that they saved my brother as well. I may have made it a deal breaker.

“I thought people like you could afford more than that. What—did your father not give you enough allowance, so you had to marry yourself off to a man like Caelen?” “You—” Samantha’s face twisted. “I don’t understand why a cripple like you thinks she can talk to me this way. I could crush you like an ant. Do you know that?” Slowly, deliberately, she tipped her glass. Wine spilled down over my hair, my shoulders—dripping, soaking. “Like this,” Samatha smiled softly. “Bit by bit. Until your life is ruined.” I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed my own glass and flung it straight into her face.