Devil Dreams Novels & Stories

But tonight, amidst the laughter and quiet honesty, there was a rare peace. Tomorrow would bring new challenges. But for now, they toasted to progress, friendship, and the hidden truths that kept them moving forward. — That night, as darkness wrapped around the city of Barcelona, Devon lay restless in the quiet of his room. The shadows seemed to close in, heavy with memories he couldn’t shake. Suddenly, the nightmare returned—the same haunting vision of Damian’s cold eyes, the explosion, the loss, and the threats whispered in the dark. He jolted awake, heart pounding, a scream tearing from his throat before he could stop it. The silence that followed was thick and suffocating.

“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.

Not when I did not exactly know what was going on with me. I haven't been able to sleep well because I kept on dreaming about Valentina. And whenever I saw her in my dream, I always saw blood splattered everywhere on the ground. And every single time, there was a creepy smile on her face, before she would laugh without remorse, like someone who had been possessed by an evil spirit. Whenever I had such a dream, it kept on reminding me that there was something left to be discovered. My mind kept on telling me that Valentina had got her hands stained with blood.

“There's no information on his line of business. But you might wanna listen to this.” I press the phone closer to my ear. “What? Is he a gangster?” “Not exactly. He's known as the Devil of Deals in some really elite circles. Basically, he grants wishes in the form of deals. He's very expensive from what I was able to find. But very sought after. No one knows what he looks like, no one's ever met him before.” Devil of Deals? Come to think of it, I think I've heard something like that before. I can't place where exactly.

“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,

and I didn’t hear anymore crying. I slumped into the chair next to Alkin’s, thankful for the break. Alkin panted beside me, his chest heaving. “What in God’s name were those things?” “I don’t know,” I said. “But Salem must be behind this. That man said he saw Salem in his dreams.” Alkin’s head jerked up and down in an uneven nod. “Most of the crew had been sleeping. Sotirios must have come into their dreams and . . . altered them. I guess it’s true, then. He’s a Visceral Demon now.”

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

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.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

First because of Damian stunt and then these nightmares. Last night she can't stop herself from thinking about him. His eyes they turn pitch black, his face look like devil and the anger is clear evident but then she wash off the thought. It is too dark there his eyes dilated and she is also scared at that time, so it must be hallucination. Shaking the thought away she get up from bed tiredly and make her way towards washroom after taking her clothes. ................ How is your assignment going on, lilly asked packing her bag.