Devil Dreams Novels & Stories

Slow mornings with the devil. Who knew hell could feel this good?

I have twelve more hours... The thought loops endlessly in my head like a curse as neon lights flash violently across the nightclub ceiling, painting the writhing crowd below in shades of blue, pink, and blood-red... It's just twelve more hours remaining until my worst nightmare becomes real... I stare down at the glass sitting in front of me and swallow hard before taking another shaky sip of the liquid inside it and instant regret burns down my throat. God... It tastes like gasoline mixed with nail polish remover!

Life Attempt The penthouse felt heavier after Valentina’s video. Elena couldn’t shake the woman’s poisoned smile or the way her words had sliced through the fragile peace they had clawed back. The real reason it ended… her father’s final deal… a child he was willing to trade. What fresh hell was Valentina preparing to unleash next?

I said, then I heard the door open it was the devil, I don't need to look up to know cause his presence is already giving me the chill, then I felt the bed deepened, he is on the bed, he rarely does that. "When everything seems right when your dream seems near that you just have to stretch your hand and grab it when you have forgotten all about me when your world is yours to spin" he placed his hands on my feet and I jerked it off, he disgusts me "then I will be back to change everything" he said then left. I didn't understand what he's saying but I know its bad, that something worse is coming, I cried myself to sleep. Instead of dreaming of Oliver am dreaming of the devil.

I asked. Valentina still wouldn't look at me. She looked uncomfortable. "I wouldn't call them nightmares," she said. "Then what kind of dreams are you talking about?" I asked again. "You know the kind of dreams an incubus would give you. You do know about incubus dreams, don't you, Sophia? I told you all about it," she whispered as if she didn't want anybody to hear her. Does she mean... "Don't tell me!" I nearly shouted, so Valentina pressed her palms against my mouth.

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

“Or you might regret having to know who you are talking to. Leave Orith alone, or you’ll have all your worst nightmares become your reality.” “We’re not afraid of you.” the other member started acting tough. “Oh?” After Axel uttered that word. His skin began to shed in front of the adolescents. Screams are heard all over the block. But no one came to their rescue. As the devil turned back to his human form and left the scene. The gang was either left unconscious or stunned to the point that they can’t even speak. And if they do, they can only say one word. The Devil has come.

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

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.”

In the dead of night. The fire crackled low on the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the wooden walls of Delta Sevy's room. Outside, the wind howled, but inside, Delta Sevy was trapped in the grip of a dream—a nightmare that seemed too vivid to be anything but real. It was the Troll attack again. He saw the chaos, heard the guttural roars of the Trolls, and felt the pounding of his heart as he fought to save Vesper from the troll's grasp. But this time, his dream focused more on Vesper’s subtle movements.