Devil Dreams Novels & Stories

My dreams were filled with me running around, ghosts chasing me, a dog was after me this time, he wasn’t alone, it was a whole pack, I tried to walk between the sleeping dogs, but they woke up and now are chasing me, I got in some chop but the things are all messed up, every turn I took, drove me deeper into the darkness, until I was in a dark alley, something was still chasing me, it almost got me, that’s when I woke up. I sat up looking around, I wanted to scream for Devil, she knows how to chase the dream away, she knows how to make me feel better but I was alone, there was no one here with me, I was still asleep on the sofa, Devil never leave me on the sofa, she always carry me inside to

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

I awoke with a headache from hell. The onslaught of dreams that I had witnessed overloaded my mind. Isla and I in multiple different lives. Each dream ended in her death and me following close behind. I stood, still feeling exhausted. “You’re going to listen to me!" Vilkas yelled before adding, "You won’t acknowledge the dreams I’m sending you, then you can expect more barrages of them until you do. I have one month to get you to smarten the fuck up.” He snarled.

Daylen opens his eyes. Something was off from the moment he came to his senses, for one he was not on the floor, and his hands weren't chained. He closed his eyes once again. It was a dream, a nightmare he wished to wake up from. It was one of the nightmares that terrified him more than seeing the devil. A dream of a better life. A normal life, whatever that meant. He had never known normal and was stressed when his mind imagined it, such dreams gave him hope and for someone in his shoes was the worst thing that could ever happen.

all the positive thought shattered. Tired after crying for hours, sick of my dream, or so I called it... I fell asleep. I dreamt of the man again, a dark creature who had hunted my previous dream... why... oh why... I must see him again in this dream... this green-eyed devil who had raped me in dream with no mercy. I wouldn't forget his eyes... I hate the color with all my heart. He walks closer, while again... hate to admit it... I!m paralized... the only thing I can do is blinking. I see the surrounding, beautiful lavender field as far as my eyes could see... and he is still walking to where I stand. Lavender... my favorite flower, the beautiful sight suddenly contaminated due to the devil

Ivan found the root of Dev’s sleeplessness, “So, it’s no moon’s fault…it is yours…Tell me about your horrible dreams.” Dev was trying to explain his dream hastily, “That is…Oh…eyes…made me…something here (touched his heart)…I did…Ivan, help me…” Ivan changed his dragon form to his mortal form to sit beside him in his bed and opened his mouth, “Dev… just relax… Openly to say, I don’t understand anything from your hints… Tell me… What eyes? What did you do? How can I help you?” Dev thought to himself,

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.

ALMA I was scared out of my mind. I thought I was going to die with no one to save me. Until Lazzaro came. I hated everything about the underworld with my whole being. A girl couldn’t escape her abductor without being abducted by another. Just that these ones were out to kill me. I didn’t understand Russian, but I knew what ubit meant. It meant kill. And they used that a lot. They were going to murder me.

" Kael asked. This was the part Dante didn't want to share. The part he'd planned to keep to himself. He didn’t want to add to their worries. But looking at his brothers now—at Alpha’s barely controlled fury, at Kael's calculating stare—he knew he couldn't lie. Not about this. "I had a dream," Dante said quietly. Alpha's eyes flashed. "A nightmare." Dante ran a hand through his hair. "About witches. Thirteen of them, wearing tattered cloaks, chasing me through a cemetery. They wanted payment for the blood spell we did to save the baby. They almost killed me."

My heart did something complicated in my chest. I saved the number as "Valtherion" and typed Me:Sweet dreams to you too. I set the phone aside, closed my eyes, the mate bond humming contentedly as I drifted off. My dreams weren't sweet. I dreamed of silver and red colliding. Of Purifiers closing in. Of Valtherion discovering what I really was, looking at me with the same disgust Darian had shown. In the shadows of my dreams, red eyes watched and whispered: Enjoy your happiness while it lasts, little wolf. Soon enough, everything you're building will come crashing down. When it does, only I will remain.