Devil In Dreams Novels & Stories

she whispered, her breath cold against my skin, “you belong to him.” A shiver crawled down my spine. She didn’t let me pull away. “The Devil is one of a kind,” she whispered. “Do you understand what that means?” I shook my head once. Barely. She pressed a kiss to my cheek, soft and dry. “It means remember yourself,” she said, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes again. “So you don’t drown in him.” The words hit like a prophecy.

"He came into my dreams." Hestia looked up with a worried look on her face. "Don't let him control your mind...he can be very manipulative" she muttered bitterly. I swallowed hard. "If he's not human what is he?" I whispered softly. My mother remained silent. "He's the devil himself....a demon consumed with hate for mankind even if he was once one of them."

"I do not care if you hate me, please don't leave me." She was crying gently. "Isabelle, what is all this? Why are you suddenly crying?" He was confused. She tried to pull herself together. "Earlier, I had a dream. You were in Angbotain, killing everyone. There were screams, shouts and blood everywhere. You were smiling as you entered the palace. You slaughtered my father." She was crying now. She was hard to console. It felt like she experienced it. "It was just a silly dream," he assured her.

I wanted to jump on‌ her, but my hands twitched at my side itching to push her away. “I didn't slip‌,” I told‍ her. Her lips gently curved. She lowered h⁠er back to lean ov⁠er the bed rail. “It doesn't⁠ m‍atter wh‌at you say,⁠ no one‌ will support you. Lo⁠o‌k at D‌ominic, he chose to beli‌eve wh‍at I said, so you don't be‍lon‍g here.” ‌ Thos⁠e words settled in m‌y head like a stone in the water, I had the⁠ same dream re⁠peatedly since the day of the incident.

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?

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

His hands moved across my body caressing my breasts, waist, and thighs… There was something terrifying in his gaze, he looked like a devil who was trying to devour me. He acted feverishly, without any gentleness, but I shamelessly submitted to whatever he wanted to do with me giving back his caressing and kisses. He forcefully torn the top of my dress along the neckline revealing my naked chest and began fondling and squeezing my breasts. Then he slid lower and started playing around my chest with his tongue, and gently biting my nipples. At the same time his hands went down my thighs ripping off my underwear. Then he started to stroke my inner thighs reaching deep inside me with his fingers

Aahva nodded, and he left his room, then returned to the healing room. “What happened when you are in the middle of the road?” “We attacked by a devil in a human form.” “Devil?” "Yes, Abelard stabbed that devil with his sword, but that devil also stabbed him in the stomach.” “And you know, dad? I had to use it.” Aahva took a deep breath as he turned around and rubbed his face a few times. “That’s okay! It’s an emergency.” “And where did you meet that devil?” “About three kilos to the east.”

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

His chest was broad, sculpted, covered in a pattern of dark tattoos I had never seen before, tribal markings that seemed to move in the moonlight. And on his left pec, over his heart, was a scar. A long, jagged scar that looked like it had been made by claws. I stared at it. He caught me looking. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice rough with sleep. I looked away, my face burning. "I was thirsty." "There's water in your room." "I needed to move. I couldn't sleep." "Nightmares?" he asked, stepping into the kitchen. His bare feet crunched on the broken glass. He didn't flinch. "Welcome to my world."