Demon Slayer Sleep Novels & Stories

she bowed and left. Lucian went to bed. He suddenly remembered when he told Hazel he wanted to sleep with her in his arms every night. Today he missed her and his demon craved her. He lay down and shut his eyes but his demon refused to let him sleep. He kept imagining Hazel’s n.a.k.e.d body, her soft her, her sweet scent, the taste of her lips. Lucian ignored his bodies response to the images. He was used to this. When his demon spilled blood it always got hungry for flesh, and if it didn’t get what it wanted it, then more blood would be spilled.

“I’m here to help you, my boy. I need you to be honest with me and tell me if you are experiencing any.” “Well, umm.” Damon paused in deep thought for a moment, “There was something. I think. I’m not sure.” “What is it?” “Lately I have been having trouble sleeping at night and I wake up all sweaty, feels like I need to be somewhere else. Do you think it’s connected?”

--- 2 --- She did not know how much time had passed. But suddenly, she was jolted awake-but-not-quite-awake. The roar of the demon's laughter echoed in the room. Her body was frozen, unable to move, but her eyes opened wide. Inside she felt fear, and a panic, and an unquenchable thirst. The sleep paralysis demon had an amused look on it's horrible, shadowy face, and said: - "Clara, Clara, Clara.. Having me visit you at night is no longer enough for you?"

A deep, unnatural slumber he had yet to wake from. “He still shows no signs of stirring,” Grandmother said, her voice calm, but I could hear the weight behind it. I clenched my fists. This wasn’t normal. All of us had gone through the painful process of evolution, suffering agony that had torn through our very souls. Yet, after the torment, we had healed, slipping into a brief but restorative sleep before awakening stronger than ever. All of us—except Demon. I reached out through the mind link, summoning the one person who would understand my concern. Selene.

Somehow, I'd lost an entire night. With a jolt of horror, I reached inside myself and felt for my demon. For the first time since I could remember, she wasn't arguing, growling, struggling or even complaining. The total opposite in fact. My demon purred. In her sleep. This was very, very bad. ***

he slurs, clearly losing his battle against exhaustion. Damon is sound asleep, with me lying on his chest wide awake, still buzzing about his closeness, grateful for the chance to be near him, but I want more. I can't help; everything about him sets my body on fire. I know I should be sleeping before my big adventure, but only one thought runs through my mind.

PAST Shefali's POV: Morning came, but the dread didn’t leave. I woke up tangled in Damon’s sheets, his arm draped over my waist like a claim. His breath was steady, his body warm against mine. But I couldn’t stop the chill crawling up my spine. I hadn’t slept. Not really. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw blood dripping from the punching bag. The limp body in the corner. Damon’s laughter echoing in that dungeon-like room. Ryan’s smirk. Alex’s casual chuckle.

[3rd POV—Damon] Clearly, Damon is getting crazy being this close to her again. Her smooth silken skin slides underneath the pads of his fingers. Tracing the delectable cleft of her slit. His impulses screamed at him to unbuckle his belt and pull out his cock, sinking his hardness into her warmth depth. Her flawless face rests on her pillow as her full lips are parted slightly in sleep. Her dark hair is spread out on her pillow, and Damon stays still, feeling her wetness while watching her sink into her dreamless slumber.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

Dean smirked softly, amused to see the behavior of these two friends. "No life is as easy as our plan, Lord have their own plan," said Dean. "There is always plan B plan C until plan AA... like the column in excel, after Z there is AA..."' said Ariesta while shrugging. But Dean remains worried. These two friends try to play destiny. But he decided to keep his mouth shut, he was behind the scenes when they needed him, as usual. Now let them cool off their emotions. "Let's have breakfast?" invite Dean.