Demon's Dream Book 2 Novels & Stories

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

Adoneram PoV ~~~" You're a demon! A demon in the body of a mortal!"~~~ Someone was talking inside my mind. I flinched as I rolled in my bed when the voice keeps getting louder trying to dug within my thoughts. I'm awake but I felt like I'm stuck in my bad dream. ~~~" you have to accept it. Demon!!! Demon!!!"~~~ It's a voice keeps whispering inside my head. I couldn't named who's voice was it because it's like a pirated DVd player, a little hoarse and chappy. I'm struggling in my sleep because I felt like my whole turned numb.

Pam didn't really say much about them apart for them being close with Damon. April wasn't exactly curious about the vampire princes, she only wanted to know about the demon but Pam didn't seem to know more about him. She wished she could find anything, just anything that would be lead to the answers to her questions. She drew the curtains closed after staring at the window for a while and thinking about the things Pam had told her about the demon. She sighed as her head hurt just thinking about the demon, he was really a good ingredient for a headache. She lay on the bed feeling her eyes already drooping to sleep and then she allowed the darkness to take over. She closed her eyes and slowly

The memories comfort and then swiftly spin around and wound me. All I can do for now, stuck in Greenway in this gilded cage, is keep out of the firing line. Back in the library amongst the records I picked up a couple of books for studying tonight in my room. They’re about demons and demonology. I’m going to work out whatever it is Roxie has awoken and find out to put the thing back in its place. The pages are dark and stained with age, the blood red leathery covers marked with hundreds of different users' hopes for answers.

"You need to stop having negative thoughts. Focus on yourself first. We will find her for you." "Yes, my lord." Dean patted his side, probably in support, and it should probably hurt, but his entire body has gone numb. His mind was not far behind. The demon didn't understand. None of this makes sense. He wanted to protest, but his jaw locked, and the edges of his vision darkened. Trying to keep his eyes open proved to be a task, head lolling back. Not even another second went by before he passed out. Over the next couple of days, he got used to having the fairies around; began to drown their happy chirping. He was unconscious more often than not, dreaming of a life with his lover and magical

Madison grinned. “You told me there was a second gift.” I smiled. “Look over there.” She pointed to the flower field leading into the reserve. I turned my head and watched as two figures came into view. They were demons, their tails twined together behind them. The male was tall and broad shouldered with dark blonde hair. The female was only a little shorter with an hourglass figure and long black hair.

Hannah, covered in blood standing right in front of me, her eyes boring into mine. “You never listen, Mel. You just fucking never listen.” I scrambled backward, my heart pounding in my chest. “You’re not really here. I’m dreaming.” I closed my eyes tightly, willing her away, but her annoyed voice cut through the silence, “Open your eyes. I am right here.” I hesitated, then slowly opened my eyes. She stepped forward, blood trailing after her, “You should have let him kill you. Now you have brought me back to the place I fought so hard to run from.”

🎀CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE🎀 Zayla exhaled slowly, her chest rising and falling. “How… cunning.” The woman let out a quiet, knowing laugh. “Indeed. Very cunning.” She leaned closer to the fire, as the flames crackled. ”Let's get back to the story..” “The demon eventually claimed his body,” she continued.“At first, the prince was still aware of himself… but slowly, the demon took full control. Then came the strange deaths. Unexplainable events. Fear spread through the palace like a sickness.”

"If you burn this, your story with me... it never reaches a conclusion. We'll be in this 'Volatile Middle' forever. The tension, the fighting, the hunger... it never settles into peace." Elara looked into his grey eyes. She saw the demon who had branded her, the man who had died for her, and the partner who was now standing in the Zero-Point with her. "Peace is just another word for 'Paid in Full', Vane," Elara said. "And I’m not interested in being settled." She touched the flame to the corner of the book. The leather didn't burn with orange fire. It erupted in a geyser of white light and rainbow colored ink. The pages turned into birds made of words, flying out of the vault, through the co

Andy was surprised to hear those words from her, at first he wanted to keep this a secret but was discovered by Celica, so Andy had to tell her everything: "I had a terrible nightmare, I saw a demon thirty times bigger than myself and he killed me in my dream." Celica showed a thoughtful expression and started taking out a book from her blue backpack, the book seemed quite old and the cover contained eight different colored stones red, yellow, blue, green, jade green, indigo, brown, white and black. But the only two gems that light up are blue and black, but that black glow more intensely when near Andy. Celica made a serious face and began to explain everything, she said: