Devil Dream Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath and stepped out onto the stage. “Hello Detroit, how are you doing tonight?” I yelled as the crowd screamed. “Are you ready to have the most fun you have ever had in your life? Are you ready to let loose and give in to your innermost desires? There are no rules here and there are no laws. Anything and everything you see or do here, stays within these walls. Vegas may be Sin City but on Devil’s Night, Vegas ain’t got nothin’ on Detroit am I right?” The crowd roared with excitement.

Bahm's 🤴🏻 POV I was having an awful dream. Not even like my past dreams about hell and being punished. This one was different. My demons were talking to me, but I couldn't wake up. I was weak, hurt..embarrassed... They wanted to me do something, something bad. "Hungry...." "Feeeeeeed usssssss" "Ssssssomethingggg tassstyyyy" "The girl!" "Yesssssss the girl!" The whispers turning up a notch.

The Devil of my life can only be sweet to me in my dreams. I have been having this dream since I came to live in this house, every year on my parent's death anniversary. He is not here but he comes to my dream on this day every year to make me feel like I'm not alone. In the real world, he hated me so much. But in my dream, he holds me like I'm his porcelain doll with so much affection. He kisses my forehead like telling me that I'm his only treasure. He never wants to give up and says soothing words like’ I'm not alone and he is with me’. He embraces me in his arms with so much care.

Seeing the questioning look in his face, Leila understood what he was thinking and holding his hand said, ,”I know what are you thinking and I want you to carefully listen to what I say”, Leila took a deep breath as she said,” I am currently the leader of the organization and we believe that the president is compromised and there may be a possible mole in our organization, of which I can't give further details and I know that you are a good gamer? "How is that related to the security of the country?', Max asked confused, as he felt he was getting into something he shouldn't... Leila looked seriously at Max, Do you know the game "Virtual Dream"? Yes...Max started feeling uncomfortable as his

he sensed my confusion and ask looking straight in my eyes. "Who is Damian then?" "Melantha is the second wife of my father and he is her son." And here drop the another bomb on my delicate brain. "H..he is" "Devil" he complete my word. That's why his eyes turn pitch black and the aura is bone chilling, and that bastard say that I'm hallucinating. I clench my jaw wants to claw his face right now for lying to me. I fist my hand tight try to control my anger.

As for my dad, I hoped that the demon inside him came out soon. Sitting on my bed on a Thursday morning, with my book in hand, I drifted off into space. I didn't go to school the last two days. Although Liam and Lily went to school, I didn't feel like it. Kelly had been helping me with her notes and even the details of what happened. She was just the best. Nevertheless, the dream I had about Ben telling me I killed him was still on my mind, not to talk of when he said his death was the beginning of others. It still scared me especially when I had no idea what he meant.

It felt like a real memory. It felt like I had actually been there, standing on that cold stone floor, smelling the smoke and the old metal of the castle. In my head, I saw him again. I saw the man with the glowing blue eyes. I thought Dracula was the Devil himself. I thought he was a monster who only wanted to hurt people. But if that dream was a real memory, then I was wrong. In the dream, Dracula wasn't the Devil. He was the Devil’s son.

A smile crossed my face as sleep began to take over. In a half-dream state, I heard him whisper, "In just a year, I'll be an adult. I hope you can wait for me." I woke in the middle of the night to find he had kicked off his blanket. Gently, I covered him again. That night, I had a vivid dream. I dreamt I had won the lottery, and when I went to claim my prize, it was Jared. Though I thought the winnings would end my financial struggles, seeing Jared made me equally happy.

"Turns out it is true what they say; a feral knows no friend from foe, and a feral fights to kill." Xerxes was not amused. "I apologize." His lips turned down in displeasure, a shadow of regret passing over his features. Daemon waved off the apology. "Are you sleeping better now?" "I am truly sorry, Daemon," Xerxes repeated, the guilt plain in his voice. "Take a hint, old man. I am trying to change the subject here.” Daemon said, dryly. "Are those nightmares still plaguing you?" Xerxes sighed, nodding reluctantly. "I do not mind. Better to stay awake than to relive those moments. So, who is she? The female you fed from? The one who quenched your thirst?"

Fredrick sighed to show that he understood what Adrian was saying. "Adrian, do you still have nightmares?" "No," he answered calmly. "They do not appear in my dreams anymore. I see them now." "What do you mean?" Fredrick asked with concern. "I see them now," he looked around. "There they are," he pointed at nothing. Fredrick sighed. Adrian was hallucinating but he couldn't say anything about it. "I know they are not real," Adrian chuckled dryly. "That is why I'm still alive." "Brother!" Leopold ran in and tripped on his royal gown.