Devil Dream Novels & Stories

"I know you probably hate and don't want to see me right now and it's quite understandable. I won't complain if you decide to ignore me the rest of your life but would you please not ignore me right now" That voice sounded familiar,it sounded like the one he wanted to hear all this time but he was scared, scared to turn only to found out that it was his imagination, a dream and he didn't want to wake up from it. "I just wanted to figure myself up . I wanted to know what I really wanted but seeing you here, right now and like this I know what I want" "Serena"

Teaching Emma to walk into dreams wasn’t one of Daniel’s better ideas because now she did it with ease. He watched as she snapped her fingers and the door appeared. Daniel regretted that he had made sure she could put up one hell of a fight in dreams. He hid behind some trees and began to fire off spells at her. Emma blocked each one and landed a few good hits. Even today he still has the scars to remember that night. He had taught her how to protect herself in dreams just in case one of the many demons that wanted to make a name for themselves might

MELVIN It all started with a dream , a dream that always happened since the night of the multiple visions this same dream had kept on reoccurring to Melvin every night , first were the nightmares haunting his soul every night in his dreams , a nightmare where he found himself walking into the Sherman cabin afterwards walking through the garden of flowers the same way he had In the vision and then physically , he could hear the Sherman melancholic laughter in his memory ,he could still see the Sherman haggard face reminding him of the prophecy and asking him to find love to find the answers to his prophecy and last night a woman had being in his dreams ,a woman standing with her back

I threw on the big, fluffy bathrobe and slippers provided by the hotel, then headed out to the lounge area to devour the delicious food I knew was waiting for me. I was so ready to stuff my face. My heart stopped beating, and I froze when I spotted someone on the couch. They reached over to the lamp on the end table next to the couch and flicked it on. It was the Devil himself. Damiano. “Good evening, Althaia.”

Drakken woke up with a start, sweat pouring down his face. He had just had a terrible dream, one where his deceased mother was crying out for justice. In the dream, she told him that evil was lurking within the Kingdom, brought by a stranger. The stranger was the only one in the pack who didn't belong, and she warned him to be careful. The dream was so vivid that it felt real, and it left Drakken feeling uneasy.

Up, down. He closes his eyes, letting what he's seen register in his mind. He is dreaming. He should curl back into his bed and close his eyes. He never saw anything. No. Mom had caught him pretending to be asleep and forced him into sleep. There's nothing in the distant end. He is seeing things. He takes a fragile step to the bed but curiosity calls. Curiosity reminds him he will not be able to close his eyes for days if he does not see it through. If he does not see what faintly strides through the dark night.

Heaven who was not yet wake up fully just stood from her cot and went near the window and looked the moon. She said herself, "why am always seeing weird dreams in EVERY FULL MOON DAYS???"

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

(Legion POV) Alright, so I lied to my baby girl and I’m a very light sleeper. I have always been like that since I found out what my father does for a living, and it gotten worse when I took over after my father was killed. I took over when I was only 18 years old, but I’ve always been a fast leaner and my father always brought me to work with him. He was feared by everyone but my mother and me. I have to admit that was the best father to me. Alright, so he’s murder more people than a serial killer has, but he never ever hit me or my mom. He loved us more than anything. I lay there as my baby girl sleeps with her back to me and my arms wrapped around her. I can’t believe she sleeps with a st

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.