Nightmare Clowns Novels & Stories

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

Together, they begin their journey towards the ominous realm of the undead. Clara and her small entourage approach a dusty crossroads on the outskirts of the Vampire Kingdom. The landscape becomes progressively more eerie, with gnarled trees and twisted vines casting ominous shadows. The air is thick with an unsettling stillness. Suddenly, a tall, imposing figure emerges from the shadows ahead. Beta Liam, an older man with a distinguished air, steps into their path, blocking their way. He wears a dark suit, his piercing eyes hidden behind tinted spectacles. Clara recognizes him as Meagia and Rancel's father.

I am glad he isn't making fun of me. “I thought you said you weren't scared, little wife?” He asks. "I..I.." I stutter. The truth is that I am scared of ghosts and most especially, clowns. “That was a lie," I say truthfully, feeling really disappointed in myself. "I just wanted to impress you, I'm sorry.” I hear him sigh and feel embarrassed. Just as I am about to say something, a red-eyed, evil clown pops out from a box, scaring the hell out of me! They don't look robotic, they look really real! They are slowly approaching us, baring their sharp, elongated fangs at us.

He had dark and thick hair falling in loose waves around his face, giving him an evil look. "Fighting monkeys, means? Since when did monkeys start living around Dark Shadow Coven?" Pawn Clara asked, confused. Clara Jack was a Pawn of Dark Shadow Coven whose job was cleaning. She was the most special and beautiful maid there. Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back in a waterfall of golden locks, with bright blue eyes. She had a fire in her soul that refused to be extinguished, even in the face of the darkest magic. She spent her days cleaning the coven's chambers and preparing meals for the Moroi and Dhampirs who lived there, but her mind was always racing with ideas for how she could he

The dark rose from the grave and in the remote area, outskirts of the Sunfort City, a cult appeared out of nowhere. All of them were wearing long black clocks, covering their heads and faces. As they all stood in the circle, one of them stepped forward and sat in the middle of the circle. The deserted place was abandoned for a long time and no one had ever thought of running through it. That place had become a home to a kind of creature, called The NightCrawlers.

Make him know what it feels like to be bitter, and when she's done, he's going to wish he was never born. His name is Rory John Gate and she's going to be his nightmare." She finishes speaking and finally looks over at the little girl and she is already asleep and she gets up and lays a soft kiss on her head and cover her up with the bedsheets, before walking out of the room. Authors message: Hello and welcome to the sequel of Little Nerdy Nightmare I hope you really like the beginning, if you did, leave a review. Love you guys

lol◉‿◉. Sadly, we've come to the end of "A Stripper's Nightmare". Can I know your favorite scene from the book?]

We were outnumbered, and I could sense the fear emanating from Ken and the Night Warriors who were still alive. The head of the clan, a young man in his thirties, stood up from his throne-like chair, dressed in golden regalia that sparkled in the dim light of the hall. He addressed the clan in a voice that was both commanding and resonant, and the room erupted into chants and shouts. Guards surrounded us, their swords pointed at our throats, and I could see the fear in the eyes of Ken and the Night Warriors. Jake lay unconscious on the floor, and I felt a surge of anger and desperation.

David revealed, pausing to catch his breath. “They turned to us, and that’s when terror washed over us. Ruth and Claire had black eyes and black veins. When I called out to Claire, she didn’t even recognize me—she was like a zombie, waiting for orders to attack.” David recounted, looking to Jayden to continue the story. “Dude, it was surreal. Claire was not herself; her eyes were pitch black, and her veins were visible all over her face. Ruth laughed at us and delivered a message for you and Alpha John.” Jayden added.

In an insignificant part of a second, the music and clamor of individuals quiet down, absolute stillness rules for a brief time before chaos and frenzy take over the environment. The ponies in the merry round are out of nowhere stained by some ruby liquid that might as well be blood, though I can't quite put my finger on where it came from. Individuals scream in fear and run in every conceivable size, as if they are avoiding something, until out of nowhere each of them begins to disappear in waves of green smoke. "Wild Hunt," I should stop while I get what's going on.