Demon's Dream Book Novels & Stories

The door to the room I was, flew open, revealing the demon himself, dressed in his all black glory, he was holding a gun, he looked over at me and smirked, dropping the gun on his table, he walked over to his dresser, taking off his rolled up sleeve suit. "You know this is low right, even for you." I said. "I'll take the risk." His very sweet voice echoed around the room, damn, how I've missed that voice. "Lemme guess, you want to 50 shades of gray me." I said, Sacarsm dripping from my words. He gave a full rich laugh, taking off his pants and sliding on his black joggers. "Hmm, kinda." He said. "Look Tyler, in order to avoid any nonsense in the future, just let me go." I said, although, I k

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.

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.

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.

Evelyn said softly, "If it's still there, I could use it to teach you. It was a good book." Hilda gave a puzzled look, but she nodded her head in high spirits, "Uh-huh!" "And what's your third thing?" Evelyn's eyes smiled and she guessed, "Is it to sleep with me?" Hilda nodded again, her eyes shining. Demons only need sleep to replenish their strength when they are seriously injured; in normal times, sleep is an optional thing for demons. Evelyn lay down facing Hilda and quickly closed her eyes. After a while, she sensed Hilda sneaking closer to her, pressing up against her, even reaching out to tighten her arms around her waist.

The memory is blurry, making us believe someone has meddled with his and other students' minds—Blake can't recall her either. Therefore, we are now reading about what it takes to create a demon. Blake snuck into the prefect section of books with Daisy's key. He fetched every forbidden spellbook and found pretty creepy stuff. Now, the entire library floor is filled with books. And we are flipping through the pages of the one about demons. "Here it is," Hayden places the large, brown book onto the table, blowing dust from the opened page. He then points at the text. "Ninety-nine souls of young women are needed for the sacrifice ritual to summon the soul of a corrupted demon to take over a huma

One foot after another, exposing his red glowing eyes and sharp fangs stretched out as if ready to devour. His demonic dark clone magic, like a shield kept him anonymous. The shadow gestured towards the sky raining hundreds of soul hungry demons. He gave them power over the night and watched as the demons wandered freely dominating the dream realm and haunting souls who were weak, angry, in pain or regret. He flashed his eyes open and gasped. "It was a disguise!" He muttered. Snapping his finger, a pale looking book appeared into his hand. Gently, it uncovered itself to reveal a page which he reads quietly.

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

But the worse was yet to come. When I got to the library it was just the librarian around, I asked for demonology books and she directed me to the area. After a minute of searching, I found it. But as I turned to leave, there it was, a demon. It was black with holes all over its face, it has a long triangular tongue sticking out of its mouth with claws as long as Sebastian's. I screamed in utter fright, the librarian was no where to be seen, maybe the demon had ended her. I tried to run, but terror got my feet planted on the ground. The demon picked me and sent my body flying to the opposite end of the room. Before I hit the wall behind me, I was caught by Sebastian, he came to rescue me!

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”