Demon's Dream Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

Otherwise, he wouldn't have told her it was best not to mess with the talisman suppressing the manifestation. With his hair down, Landon held his folded umbrella. Though he said he couldn't deal with the Dreamdemon, his face showed no trace of fear. Instead, he looked lazy and relaxed, his handsome face carrying a hint of mystery. "That's an evil spirit that makes people dream. According to the books, people even gave it a name—Dreamdemon." Even though he said "according to the books," he obviously just knew it himself. Aria had figured out how Landon talked by now. When she saw him tilt his head, there was a casual ease about him that he didn't show when they were outside the manifestation.

-------- Dreaming, I saw Diana again. I saw her angel-like face. So enchanting and captivating. Her beauty... Her smile... Her soft skin... Her enticing eyes... Her perfect body but wait she changed. She's not Diana anymore. She now has goat-like horns. Her eyes were glowing red without a pupil. And she got a tail, a long pointed tail. She's a demon. .......................... " Ahhhhhhhhh", I almost fall from my bed. I was catching my breath as I regained myself from that weird dreams of mine.

“Seriously Noah, go away. I can handle it.” The demon lifted himself up and looked down at her. “If you need us, we’re outside. Just scream nice and loudly.” Serenity watched as the demon left, closing the door most of the way and she sighed, laying back against the pillow. Her eyes gravitated to the ceiling and she counted the rivets in the plasterboard. What was she going to see when she finally relived some of the demon’s memories? Were they going to be horrific? How long would it take her to fall asleep? Would she feel it coming over—

And I asked him something he had never expected. “Did your wife get a proper burial? Is her soul free?” “Y-yes.” “What about the soul of your child?” Jack’s look became haunted, and I gave him a knowing nod. “If you’d like, we could visit the graveyard. I’ll check.” He believed me. Back then, I wasn’t entirely sure, but I had inherited that ability from the demon. They can be demonically persuasive if they want something. “Who are you to check that?” “Alex.” “I know that—” "...already. Yes. Alexander Leonard Radenor.”

Yet, he still can’t push away the old memories that Joaqin have reminded him. The happiest and the saddest memories he has in his long damned life. The demon decided to go back to Joaqin’s room to check if the human is already up. He casually entered the room and saw Joaqin still asleep on his bed. The only difference is that the human is groaning and seems to be having a bad dream. Linus sat beside Joaqin who’s already sweating because of whatever he is seeing in his dream. The demon wanted to wake Joaqin, but he’s also curious of what he is dreaming.

I run my hand over his sleek fur and let my eyes fall shut. Lucas is listening to an audio book, and I stay awake and pay attention for three chapters before I fall asleep, slipping into the same dream I keep having. The demon. Being surrounded by hellfire. The blue-eyed man just looking at me, not speaking. Not moving. Not giving me a single fucking clue to why he keeps pulling me back here. I watch myself almost burn and feel the same desperation take me over.

I can’t stop hearing the demon’s word. Asha’ren… I swallow hard and grab another book, this one bound in cracked leather. The cover flakes under my touch. I open it carefully, scanning the pages. Symbols, rituals, and warnings. But none of it matches what I saw. None of it explains why demon arms rose from the ground to protect me, or why a demon spoke to me, or why I’ve been hearing that word in my dreams. I flip deeper into the book. A sketch catches my eye, and my breath stutters.

Damien’s POV I wake up to the sun in my eyes. Fuck my head is pounding. When I try to get up I can’t. My eyes fly open as I feel my hands and feet have been tied to.. the bed frame ? I lay my head back and sigh. Fuck. I try to swallow but my throat still feels raw. She snapped my neck. When was the last time I’ve gotten that done to me. Demons live longer than humans and most things that can kill a human won’t kill a demon.

Although it was very loud, Marlin was not shocked at all as she had expected this. “How long have you noticed?” Marlin asked the demon sitting on the floor. She dispelled her concealing spells and showed herself in front of the demon. “Since the moment you entered Britney’s mind.” The demon answered. The demon had horns so huge that they were bigger than his head and curled twice. His eyes were glowing yellow and his body was dark violet with mysterious markings all over. Nearby, Marlin could see rotting corpses and skeletons of various races. Perhaps Marlin was used to the smell, but it did not smell as bad as it looked.