Devil Dream Novels & Stories

They didn’t deserve to even look at him. “I will show all of you who's the boss,” Betha snarled internally Damian didn’t notice. His thoughts were far away, locked in a private battle deep inside his mind. Ever since he’d returned to Arvendale, something had been wrong. His wolf, Lexus, had gone completely silent, refusing to answer no matter how many times Damian called for him. And the dreams… Always the same. A girl whose face was blurred, but whose presence tugged at him like the moon pulls the tide. Her voice was a whisper he could almost hear, her touch a memory just out of reach. He knew one thing for certain: it wasn’t Betha.

Chapter 63: The Dream Mellisa tossed and turned in her sleep, her mind filled with vivid images of pleasure. She felt a warmth spreading throughout her body, a feeling of anticipation and desire that she had never experienced before. In her dream, she was in a lush garden surrounded by lush vegetation and vibrant flowers. Suddenly, Jeremy appeared. His eyes were a deep, dark blue and he was wearing a suit that fit him perfectly. He walked towards her, his gaze never leaving hers, and reached out to take her hand. His touch was electric, and she felt a thrill of excitement run through her.

“How can you be so sure?” Demetri smiles as he chuckles softly, “When you know, you know. It doesn't fade, and the connection grows as time passes. I can feel my wife's emotions even though she's back home. Tell me, did you have any odd dreams or that recurring one of your parents' deaths?” “How did you know that I did, in the past, but not last night?” Demetri smirks, “I'm the Devil, Misha.” “Shit, sorry!” I blush.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

Rule number two: No real names. It's just my character name in a play, performing for an audience of one. But Damien was quite different from the others. In the three months since I made him my mark, something had shifted. His messages came at odd hours...3 AM, when I imagined him unable to sleep, reaching for his phone in the darkness. He asked questions that had nothing to do with money. What books did I read? What did I think about when I looked at the stars? If I could go anywhere in the world, where would I choose?

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

Damien - On the afternoon of Saturday, the 15th I’ve been having the same dream every night. Lola’s pinned to the wall by her ex, but they vanish just as I get there. Then I see Justine pinned to the bed being violated. And again, I’m too late to stop it. Repeatedly I fail. Still panicked, I wake drenched in sweat, but I’m in my disheveled room. The moonlight from the open window shows dim outlines of everything. I groan that it’s still dark out.

His dreams were haunted by vivid, tormenting visions. In his dreams, he saw Peyton and Ava as he had observed them through the camera, making love in the shower. They were happy, completely absorbed in each other, oblivious to his existence. The dream twisted, morphing into a nightmarish version where Peyton and Ava began to taunt him, their loving gestures turning into cruel mockery. As they continued their intimate embrace, they hurled words of scorn and derision at him, echoing the harsh comments of the dominatrixes from his sessions.

The three of them had a nice and warm breakfast together, filled with laughter and joy. Valle found himself in a dark and scary dream. This place was full of sad images and strange words that echoed in his mind, making him feel uneasy. He stood alone in a large, empty field when a creepy old woman appeared before him. Her eyes stared at him with a strong intensity that made him shiver. She spoke to him in a harsh voice, “Cursed are you. Evil is all you will be known for, and evil is all you will know.”