Demon's Dream Audiobook Novels & Stories

Innocent executive assistant Ava finds herself irresistibly drawn to her enigmatic boss, Mr. Alex. As her forbidden desires escalate into vivid, uncontrollable wet dreams, she decides to resign, only to discover that Alex is not just any man—he's a Dreamlust demon. “Because you called to me, Ava. Your desire, your longing, it reached out to me across the realms. And now that you know…” #lust #demons #dreams #dreamlustdemon #spiritual #specialpower #passion #hardcore #demonxhuman #demon #officeromance

Dominic moves closer to me, aware that I'm shaking, and squeezes my hand. "Yes, I had a dream," I answer, getting right to the point. "And in that dream, someone came to me." "Go on," the male in the middle says. My eyes suddenly tear up and I swallow. "That someone was a demon," I get out, thumbing the wetness away at the corner of my eye. "And she," I sniff, shaking my head, "she wants Samuel's soul." The three of them say nothing, so I keep going.

He flipped the splitted doors over my hand, causing it to land on the walls loudly. “We can't be doing this….. please…..”. I already knew my pleadings would definitely land on deaf ears,but I needed to….to wake up from the nightmare…..to disappear if I can……to be swallowed by…… “Hey…I got you!!!”. Before I could blink my eyes,his hands were already on my neck, snapping sir out of my lungs. “Please…..let me live…..”. I cried out,my visions blurred,my skin cold as ice. He's indeed a demon.

Emphasis on alone. I knew I harbored a demon, it's time for me to embrace it. Demon, what's your name? I asked, not really expecting an answer. I'm one, I'm all, I'm no one. Why do you summon me? The demon's voice reverberated in my head like cackling thunder. I had to hold my head to keep myself from falling off the bed and causing a ruckus. It was still too early to be awake, 3am to be precise.

I could see our opposite auras pushing each other away, but neither was winning the invisible battle. I inhaled the cold, stale air of the desert before proceeding to speak, "Hmmm... I just heard the call of my Emperor. Do you know what He named me now?" Raphael had a tensed look on his face. He must have found my new appearance rather...threatening. His head shook slowly, not believing what I had just become. "No... you can't side with the Darkness!" he yelled, "Aeshma!" "ASMODEUS! Call me by that name!" I quickly interjected, clenching my hands into a tight fist and glowing my eyes red. "I am Asmodeus! Demon prince of Lust. The Archdemon of the Second Circle of Hell."

Ronin recognized the metaphorical significance of the dream—how the demon represented the dark aspects within each person, capable of inflicting harm upon others or even oneself if not acknowledged and controlled. The dream's horror was not limited to the physical realm; it extended to the depths of Ronin's subconscious, exposing his inner demons. This introspection revealed his own potential for malice and the potential darkness that could consume him if left unexamined. Ronin's fear amplified as he recognized the unsettling duality within himself—the capacity for both good and evil, compassion and cruelty. The dream acted as a harrowing reminder of the importance of self-awareness and the

[Winston] Twenty minutes later, everyone was gathered in the upstairs sitting room. Audrey was still in the room with Reggie. She told Drayce the fever hadn’t spiked yet. Ford brought me up. I knew I looked more ragged than I’d been when Ford left me. I had another vision after he left the room… it was terrible. Worse than the first one. “So far, no one knows a demon matching Reggie’s description. Some of the older demons said avians were believed to be extinct. She’s could be the last one in the world.” Anders said.

He clenched his fist and stepped a little closer towards the boulder, his booted feet making a depression on the black sand. The Encyclopedia of Demons or popularly known as the Dictionnaire Infernal is the book Marcus had found in the Vatican Archives that talked about the demon with blue and violet flames. It may not have given a fitting picture of what the hellish entity looked like, but it was able to provide enough information for him to use.

Forgotten by all but me. And there, in the dark, I did the one thing I swore never to do. I summoned a demon. I knew the words. I had studied them once in secret, back when I was still naive enough to think knowledge alone was harmless. I carved the circle with chalk, then blood, then bone—just as the old book instructed. When the final syllable left my lips, the air rippled. The temperature dropped. And the wind died. Then he appeared. Not with fire. Not with thunder. But with a sound like pages turning.

I was here, and even though it was a dream, I was here. As I moved, the campsite was completely empty because I hadn't called on the souls of the people in our camp. "I will guide you, little one," I heard the voice that once plagued me in my sleep, the voice that told me to scream, the very voice of the Timekeeper, the one that warned me of their arrival. Was the Timekeeper the dark, or was the Dark the Timekeeper? I could not tell, but then the man appeared before me, and he looked as he had the last time I had seen him.