Devil Dreams Novels & Stories

He says while his breathing becomes rapid, and his voice sounds strained as if it hurts him more than it does me. Suddenly, a pain rips through me like a knife and everything goes dark. I don’t hear a thing, except for my alarm going off and the dog barking. Confused, I open my eyes to see my mother staring at me curiously. “Dear, you were muttering something strange in your sleep about werewolves and a strange man called Eric.” She stares at me while saying with humor in her voice. At that moment, I realized it was all a dream.

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.

"Makes his swole head look like it's covered in sesame seeds." "You're trying to kill me to get my shift with Sunday-Mondays off," I accused, "it's not going to work!" "And you still haven't told me what the secret was! Don't act like I can't see you deflecting! Dodging the question!" Fuck. "Did you know that dullahans have literal nightmares as steeds? As in the levitating spectral demon horses usually only commanded by the King of Dreams?"

"Are you sure? I mean, don't you think we are in trouble?" "What do you mean?" Right. She can't blame him, can she? He may not even be aware of what is going on. "I had a dream where I think I'm in hell." For a split second, Alex looked shocked but maybe she just hoped he is shocked so she wouldn't feel like she is in the dark again. "Yeah, I know you may think I'm crazy but I saw the devil. He mentioned something about finding...looking for something like...it is a glass ball." Much as she tried to explain, her memories of the dream kept fading.

“It’s just these weird dreams I’ve been having… they are messing with my head, Diana.” Devon had told me about this before. The weird pictures in his head had been keeping him awake at night. He told me it was a small little girl that kept on appearing in his dreams and was being haunted by the dark spirits that surrounded her. The little girl screamed and pleaded for help, but no one came for her. No one helped. She was forever stuck in that nightmare, always alone in a corner and covering her ears from the voices in her head.

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?

“Are you sure it’s one and the same?” “Yes. And I’ve been getting the same dream ever since.” “Tell me about it.” I shake my head at the ground, on the verge of tears. I do not want to admit this but the dream has spooked me. I clench my fingers in Helios’ hand and take in a shaky breath. It is time to spill my heart. So I tell him everything, leaving out not a single detail and in silence, Helios listens to my story. “Udbhava,” he whispers when I finish recounting the details of my nightmare.

It is when I start to dream that my slumber goes downhill. In my dreams, I chase the man with my wallet. We are in the alley, he has my wrist and my arms begin to burn. My blood pumps like lava, black veins wrapping up my limbs like vines and I screech as my skin sears. In the darkness, a handsome devil watches with dark blank eyes. He is unohaded by my suffering, even when I cry to him, the only bystander, to help me. I thrash about and try to pry myself free of the monster holding my wrists, when suddenly he becomes a bear. A huge, red eyed, demonic bear and he bellows in my face with yellowed razor teeth. I hear a scream thst I know is my mother's, and as I turn away in useless guilt, the

Helena's POV Chel couldn't believe it when I told her about my dream which is a continuation of my first dream. "Your dream is unbelievable Helena. Your second dream is a continuation of your first dream? What you are dreaming about is not normal anymore, Helena. Once we don't have a class, I will accompany you to a good faith healer to get rid of the evil spirit following you," Chel's eyes widened after hearing my story.

I couldn't feel her anymore and that scared me more than anything. "What just happened!!!" Neil demanded and I stared up at Sally in horror. "They beat her. They almost raped her! I can't feel her!! IS SHE DEAD?!!" I frantically ran toward Sally. She shook her head as tears poured down her face. "I... I don't know. Maybe she passed out?" she offered with anguish on her face. We all froze for a moment. "If she's passed out, can you do the dream spell?" Vic asked and Sally nodded slowly at first but then stronger.