Melancholy Nightmare Novels & Stories

"Hush, Aida! We don't know how deep she lost consciousness when she passed out." Nathan gets close and holds the smelling salt underneath Madeline's nose, she inhales and starts coughing, eyes still wide with shock as she tries to come around. "What - what happened to me? My head feels awful. I fell and broke the plates, didn't I?" she sputters. "We think it's just stress, honey. You blacked out a little right there. Nothing serious at all," Aida soothes. "It's okay, darling. You're alright now," Nathan also croons as he secretly shares a knowing look with his wife. It certainly won't be long now and they smile at each other.

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

The clock struck 1 am, adding to her despair. Feeling lost and overwhelmed, she crouched down beside a sleek black car and unraveled into sobs. It had been an unsettling night, filled with one of her usual nightmares that had left her sleep-deprived and disoriented. Whenever she woke up from the terrifying dreams, snippets of different scenarios flickered before her eyes. Some involved a haunting accident, while others featured a pulsating club party. The visions overlapped in her mind, creating an indistinguishable mess that she couldn't shake off.

When an angel leave the world, it took away the peace that once graced by us. ~~~~~~~~~~ As Arlet abruptly awoke in the dead of night, her body was drenched in sweat. She rubbed her eyes to clear her vision, realizing she was in her hotel room next to Milo’s room. She wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, feeling the remnants of a vivid nightmare that echoed Raya’s desperate cries. The weight of their last conversation lingered in Arlet’s mind, and she couldn’t help but blame herself for Raya’s pain. She recognized that her nightmare was a result of overthinking the situation.

Dark shapes moving like nightmares. It was war.

Melissa The scream that tore from my throat was raw and primal, ripped from the very depths of my soul. I bolted upright in bed, my heart pounding against my ribs like a caged bird desperate for escape. The sheets were tangled around my legs, damp with the cold sweat that drenched my skin. It was the same nightmare. The one that had haunted me for as long as I could remember, a twisted reel of memory and horror that played behind my eyelids every time I closed them.

“It just doesn’t make sense. Besides, well… we were tired last night. Maybe we imagined it, or something like that.” “You can’t both have the same hallucination. That’s impossible,” Alex replied, his voice firm but steady. Scarlett crossed her arms, nervous and confused. “I just can’t believe it… I really can’t. It’s just… I don’t know…” Alex stepped closer and gently took her hands. “Look into my eyes, Scarlett,” he asked in a whisper. She lifted her gaze, still full of doubt—and then she saw it. Alex’s eyes glowed an intense, unnatural green, something supernatural, as if she were getting lost in his stare, drawn in and terrified at the same time.

A lullaby hums in a voice not your own Sung from the mouths of the buried and dead A faceless thing grins in the wide doorway Stretching its arms, your escort inside Your name is etched on a tomb with no grave A jagged whisperer, an icy brace Your heart beats loud, but not for long Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you I said grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out, and so will your veins The bells don't toll; the clocks don't chime Only the sound of the end of time Your Shadow melts your hands turn cold The nightmare sings as it takes hold I'm sorry to say, but this is the end Your breath is stolen; no need to pretend A door creaks open; the void

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

They fought every single day, and Samuel was sandwiched between them, tired and anxious. Their love quickly turned into vexation and annoyance. Still, he was merely reaping what he sowed for. Ah, all the beauty and vivacity and variety Melissa brought were defeated by the little things in life. The incessant attacks eventually bankrupted Samuel. He tried to seek me out, but Ronald had my back against the wall, confessing to me. He mustered up all his courage and took out a necklace. "I know you hate rings, so I got you this. I designed it myself, and I embedded the gemstone myself, too."