Novel & Cerita Demon's Dream Book

That night, Arth dreamt of burning lands and red skies. He thought it was Crown Galacer fallen by the Legion’s invasion … but it was something else. There were no deaths … no humans … only demons … hundreds of thousands of them … Arth forgot what they’d been doing … he forgot what they looked like … he forgot what happened after that. He awoke in his king-sized bed, breathing fast with sweat trickling on his forehead. Then he held his chest; his white sleeping garment soaked and cold. What could’ve awoken him? And what the hell was that dream?

I stared at the title. Grim Boundaries, Containment Rituals and Demonic Anchors. Alright. That was on the nose. I tugged it free. It thudded onto the table like it weighed more than it should. The pages were vellum-thin, covered in curling script and ink illustrations that danced uncomfortably close to realism. Demons, mostly. Circles. Knots. Symbols. Some looked familiar from childhood fairy tales, horror movies, that phase in college when I thought being into witchcraft was a personality.

"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?"

"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

"I thought that if I could summon a Greater Demon and kill it with evidence to present to the Caucus, they'd let me be a part of their world and finally accept that I also had something special in me. I admit my plan was way over the top. I was a desperate, stupid eighteen-year old. "Perhaps a Raum or Dragonid demon I might have had luck killing, but summoning a Greater Demon, a demon that had existed before the birth of Hunters, infact a child of Lilith and Lucifer, was unthinkable among Hunters, but I was so desperate to prove a point to the Caucus, my mom, and Hunters at large, that one faithful night when my mother was out, I stole a couple of her spellbooks, a box of chalk and a Celesti

"Have you read these books? I mean, have you read every page of each one?" "No, although I have learned quite a bit from it." The two men widen their eyes. "But what's going on anyway? Why are they reacting this way?" They both go into a deep silence, thinking about the best way to start the subject. The dark-haired demon points with his finger to the black-covered book. "That is a Grimoire of Dark Magics. You probably used some spell from here to summon me." Then he points to the other volume, the gray-covered one.

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 lift my head and peer at her face that happened to turn away from me, seeing if she was actually just sleeping. A moan leaves her mouth again and I peer at her face. Now, I really wanted to see what she is dreaming about. So I infiltrate her thoughts while laying on my side next to her. Closing my eyes and using my demonic abilities I wonder through the darkness before seeing glimpses of me pleasuring her. They seemed to be more of a memory, since each glimpsed turned into different sceneries. All of them were very familiar to me too!

His eyes were red and glued to the body and suddenly, his gaze fell on me. I gasped and woke up after the nightmare. The entire place was covered in darkness and there was no noise but creepy silence around me. This dream had taken me down. Why did it keep recurring? Why is it always the same dream but more detailed? I recalled when I asked Aunt Sol about this and she asked me if I have been with any supernatural creature? Was that because I stayed with demons? I had no strength left to get up and thought about escaping this hell. I laid there on the cold ground and laughed at my misery. Was this included in my job assignment or will be covered in insurance? Who am I talking to? The walls!!!

I said by to everyone and me and Dee headed back to the hotel. By the time we got back it was 4:00 I knew I wasn’t going to get some sleep Dee sat down on the couch I started the coffee pot and I told her I was going to check on Everette , I walked in and he was sound asleep I bent over and kissed him and told him that we were back and I loved him and I walked to grab mine and Dee’s coffees, Lumi and Faith were out running around and getting to know each other it was strange to have someone else have the same style familiar as me well shit me and Destiny are a lot alike it makes me wonder and think if the Moon Goddess have something bigger in store for the both of us, Dee was telling me she