Devil Dreams Novels & Stories

The devil likes to appear as a dream. That could be true, but Scarlett, she actually is a dream. And I’ll fight anyone who tries to turn her into a nightmare. Even my mother.

“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.

"If it was one of his men, his legs and arms would have been broken till now." "Hah, shall I be grateful to your mercy....?" "Perhaps you should. I have taken into account that you were unaware of your hierarchy." Hailey wanted to laugh at her destiny. One moment she was dreaming about earning more money, doin extra-part time. The very next moment her life was drenched with bad dreams. The dream of being entangled with Zayn Wakon. When Zayn didn't get the replies from Hailey, he walked up to her. Under the same dim light, after a day.

But instead, she asked, “Really? Artimous died?” I giggled then went on explaining my dream. I expressed every emotion I had felt in it and the emotion and movement that Laylan had felt and made. As I finished the boys rounded the corner into the room. Mitchell heard me say the name Daemon and his tan face twisted in shock. “What? Are you saying you had a dream about Daemon, too? Veda has always dreamed of him though she never really says much about it. Who is this guy? I mean what are the odds that you both would be having dreams about two guys with the same name.” He looked first at me then to Veda and finally over to Josh, who had already taken a seat in his usual recliner.

Heaven who was not yet wake up fully just stood from her cot and went near the window and looked the moon. She said herself, "why am always seeing weird dreams in EVERY FULL MOON DAYS???"

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

, they have all imprinted inside him that he believed all of it but the only one that kept him hopeful was the one that was saying that he was weak when he was skilled, his skills kept him hopeful that the voices maybe lies. And now The Devil is standing in front of him, offering him his years of dreams and wishful thinking in a platter, not just to work for him but to atone for breaking in, how can someone be given his long time dream just to atone for his sins, so he was beyond happy, he is ecstatic and beaming 'The voices are wrong, I am not weak or dreaming the impossible, it has finally come to me' he shouted inside his head happily.

Her wolf struggles, her teeth elongate, glinting dangerously, while her claws extend, ready to fight. I come out of her nightmare and stumble towards the small, dimly lit bathroom tucked away in the corner of her room. With a violent heave, bile rises from the depths of my churning stomach, escaping my lips in a convulsive expulsion. The vivid, haunting images from her dream relentlessly replay in my mind, their grotesque details etched into the deepest recesses of my consciousness. I don’t consider myself a good person. I’m part demon after all, but even I am shocked by unimaginable depths of evil that now haunt me.

I said angrily and ended the call and threw my phone on my bed as tension-filled my whole being. My phone vibrated and I picked it up. The Devil: ‘A man can dream, Evelyn. And I will never stop dreaming of having you on your knees in front of me. But just so you know, I will never force you to do something you’re not comfortable with. I am a man of my word. But if in case you feel lonely and cold at night, I would be more glad to be of service and keep you warm.’ ME: ‘Just go on dreaming because it won’t happen.’

That night, Arth dreamt of burning lands and red skies. He thought it was Crown Galacer fallen by the Legion’s invasion … but it was something else. There were no deaths … no humans … only demons … hundreds of thousands of them … Arth forgot what they’d been doing … he forgot what they looked like … he forgot what happened after that. He awoke in his king-sized bed, breathing fast with sweat trickling on his forehead. Then he held his chest; his white sleeping garment soaked and cold. What could’ve awoken him? And what the hell was that dream?