Devil Dream Novels & Stories

Who should I contact to report a sexual assault committed by a demon? Something clicked in my mind when I was about to threaten Desmond with an exorcism and holy water. He and I had been in almost every naughty position, and his touch had never been this faint. Desmond wasn’t behind what I experienced in a half-asleep state. My troubled mind was playing tricks on me with a hyper-realistic dream. I ran my fingers through my messy hair and grunted in frustration. On my first day away from Desmond, I had a wet dream about him. Undeniably, that breakup was going to be the hardest.

okay, I know you don't like me but the question should be what I want with you" he said and started laughing hard. Emma didn't know what to think but never lost hope. Maxwell will come for her for that she believes "are you using me to hurt Maxwell?" she sounded irritated" not only that.." he paused to examine her reaction" you are very smart though"*****" is that supposed to be a compliment?" she moved her body uncomfortably. He had tired her hands behind her"let me see that"she moved a little to avoid his touch. She doesn't want any man to touch him except of course Maxwell. She gazed at him as if afraid of him"don't tell me you are afraid of me when you are in love with the devil" she fro

Ife gazed at her collarbone in the mirror, bearing Alo and Farrells marks proudly on her skin. No one could ever question their bond again. Speaking of the two devils, they appeared behind her with her claiming marks showing on their collarbones. What a magnificent sight they were! It happened again, she had the dream again showing her collarbone marked on each side by two men that looked almost identical. Ife awoke startled by the dream and knew the next one was coming soon.

I disregarded it and snuggled into the seats once more, ready to sail into another dream planet. The tugging continued, followed by a man's voice that sounded suspiciously like the driver. "Small oga, we don reach house. Shuo! You dey sleep like person wey don die. Abi you don die?" There was a long pause in which his last statement was enough to slip me out of dream land and into reality. A loud yawn slipped past my lips before I could stop it. The stretch that followed, released the tension from my shoulders and body. When I deigned to open my eyes, the driver was standing agape, looking at me with wide bulging eyes.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

Ricky replied, as though he knew this for a fact. "How do you know?" a girl asked, humouring him as she leaned over the table to give Ricky a view of her chest. 'What a slut,' Jess thought, seething quietly to herself. "I dream about the Devil a lot lately," Ricky told them. Jess was sure she saw the teacher facepalm in the background of her field of vision. "Is it scary?" Caine asked with a snide smile. Jess figured the nightmares were something to do with the spell when Cat shrank at the mention of the word.

“She’s changing—not because of the prophecy itself, but because something has disturbed it. Something has cracked the Dream Realm. It’s bleeding into this world.” Rhea stared at her, confusion shadowing her features. “The Dream Realm?” Fenrak straightened. “I’ve heard that name before… the old wolf tales. A place between death and sleep.” Violet nodded grimly. “It’s not a place meant to touch ours. Whatever broke its barrier is leaking into her—into her blood, her visions. That’s why she’s hearing things. Seeing things. It’s calling her.” Kael’s eyes darkened. “And what happens if it keeps calling?”

In the dead of night. The fire crackled low on the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the wooden walls of Delta Sevy's room. Outside, the wind howled, but inside, Delta Sevy was trapped in the grip of a dream—a nightmare that seemed too vivid to be anything but real. It was the Troll attack again. He saw the chaos, heard the guttural roars of the Trolls, and felt the pounding of his heart as he fought to save Vesper from the troll's grasp. But this time, his dream focused more on Vesper’s subtle movements.

"Are you sure? I mean, don't you think we are in trouble?" "What do you mean?" Right. She can't blame him, can she? He may not even be aware of what is going on. "I had a dream where I think I'm in hell." For a split second, Alex looked shocked but maybe she just hoped he is shocked so she wouldn't feel like she is in the dark again. "Yeah, I know you may think I'm crazy but I saw the devil. He mentioned something about finding...looking for something like...it is a glass ball." Much as she tried to explain, her memories of the dream kept fading.