Devil Dream Novels & Stories

Brown's heart was on fire, he shouted in hopes that Luna could hear it, but she couldn't hear his voice. “This is the dreamscape I created; it is our past, present and also our future. Dr. Brown, don't worry, I won't harm your Luna, if you can become my husband!" “Damn it! If you dare touch a hair of hers, I will definitely turn you back to dust. Don't make me do evil!" Brown growled. This is the dream scene born from the demon's mind, the resentment and the nostalgia that the demon creates. If you want to neutralize the dream, you must find the vitality in each scene created by the devil. But what is the key of life?

My skin felt so hot and damp, and between my legs was a wet mess, and the ache remained, refusing to fade even though I was now wide awake. Everything about that dream was so wrong, and forbidden. In our tribe, the Devil was the ultimate evil. My mother had raised me with terrifying stories about how he tempted good girls, how he ruined their souls, and how any woman who gave herself to him would bring shame and curses upon her entire family. We burned special herbs at night to keep him away. We were taught to fear even the mention of his name after sunset. If my mother ever found out I was having dreams like this, she would be heartbroken and furious.

“I don’t… I don’t know. I keep having these dreams where I’m doing terrible things.” I glance at Kai momentarily, then back at Dimitri. “Dreams? What kind of dreams?” “I kill people - a lot of them before eating them. My last dream saw me tearing someone who looked like an older Nikolai in half. That’s why there’s a puddle of that on the floor,” he says as shame slips into his scent. Kai sighs and slaps Dimitri on his shoulder before standing up. “Come with us; you’re probably hungry.” /“What the fuck are you doing?”/ I ask Kai over the link.

Ronin recognized the metaphorical significance of the dream—how the demon represented the dark aspects within each person, capable of inflicting harm upon others or even oneself if not acknowledged and controlled. The dream's horror was not limited to the physical realm; it extended to the depths of Ronin's subconscious, exposing his inner demons. This introspection revealed his own potential for malice and the potential darkness that could consume him if left unexamined. Ronin's fear amplified as he recognized the unsettling duality within himself—the capacity for both good and evil, compassion and cruelty. The dream acted as a harrowing reminder of the importance of self-awareness and the

Ivan found the root of Dev’s sleeplessness, “So, it’s no moon’s fault…it is yours…Tell me about your horrible dreams.” Dev was trying to explain his dream hastily, “That is…Oh…eyes…made me…something here (touched his heart)…I did…Ivan, help me…” Ivan changed his dragon form to his mortal form to sit beside him in his bed and opened his mouth, “Dev… just relax… Openly to say, I don’t understand anything from your hints… Tell me… What eyes? What did you do? How can I help you?” Dev thought to himself,

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

It was a message from the devil himself, Shea. 'Devon, do you believe in the supernatural?' I nearly choked on my popcorns when I read the message. I hesitated before typing a reply. 'Yeah I guess' His reply popped up on the screen of my phone, shortly. 'Call me crazy but I've been seeing things. Things that I don't understand' I desperately wanted to ignore his messages but I couldn't. 'What have you been seeing?' 'I have strange dreams. I've been dreaming about you. Can I ask you something?'

“Lucian, open the door.” No answer. Inside, he was unraveling. The visions came like knives—sudden, sharp, cutting into his mind. Blurred images, smears of crimson across tiled walls, faceless bodies collapsing in silence. Blood slick on his hands, dripping between his fingers. His own reflection staring back at him in fractured glass, unrecognizable, eyes burning with something monstrous. The voices came next. Not one, not two, but a chorus—shouts of command, ragged screams, whispered instructions that slithered through his skull like poison. Obey. Kill. Bury it. Forget.

Hands grip my knees and gently part them. Wide. Wider. Until I’m completely exposed, my most private parts on display for four sets of hungry eyes in the darkness of my childhood bedroom. “She’s so wet,” Tyler whispers. “Look – it’s on her thighs. It’s fucking everywhere. She was definitely dreaming about something.” You, I think, fighting to keep my breathing steady. I was dreaming about you. About all of you. About exactly this. “Spread her more,” Jack breathes. “I want to see everything.”

“Yes. But I'm not important right now. I can't believe I'm standing right in front of you. My favourite of your pieces is the girl who touched the sun. I consumed that piece every day of my life for an entire year. You're such an inspiration Olivia.” “Great, what are you doing here?” She dismissed my fan girl moment, obviously more focused on my presence here. I don't know what to say. Do I tell her I fell asleep? Or just think of a lie that wouldn't implicate the devil because he would just find a way to take it out on me. “I–” “She was on a date with Lev Oleg, but she has some mental issues so I'm sure she fell asleep on the table thinking it was her room,” Mr Devil with a whole lie said,