Devil In Dreams Novels & Stories

It felt like a real memory. It felt like I had actually been there, standing on that cold stone floor, smelling the smoke and the old metal of the castle. In my head, I saw him again. I saw the man with the glowing blue eyes. I thought Dracula was the Devil himself. I thought he was a monster who only wanted to hurt people. But if that dream was a real memory, then I was wrong. In the dream, Dracula wasn't the Devil. He was the Devil’s son.

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.

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.

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

Until the next five minutes, he released his arm. Wiping all the tears..and staring accusingly at Alex. "Don't tell me... You are the devil in my dream?!" Alex smiled. "So you're the demon?!" Accused by Alicia with an angry face, there is an annoyed and disappointed look in her eyes. "Loh… hahaha. How come I'm a devil! I'm still alive... I still have a shape… I am still warm!” He answered with a very annoying face. Alicia hit his chest again. Why did she meet this kind of divine being?!

Or was it? That voice. Deep, haunting, familiar. I knew it. It was him. The voice of the Devil King—the same one who had once visited me in my dreams. And he was calling for me again.

-------- Dreaming, I saw Diana again. I saw her angel-like face. So enchanting and captivating. Her beauty... Her smile... Her soft skin... Her enticing eyes... Her perfect body but wait she changed. She's not Diana anymore. She now has goat-like horns. Her eyes were glowing red without a pupil. And she got a tail, a long pointed tail. She's a demon. .......................... " Ahhhhhhhhh", I almost fall from my bed. I was catching my breath as I regained myself from that weird dreams of mine.

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.

Now that angels were involved and had managed to get so close to her, I didn't have time to lose. Angels were another thing humans got wrong. They aren't pure and virtuous like people thought. Yes they started in heaven, but they were mostly warriors. They were brutal, murderous, warriors who care as much about other people’s lives as demons. When you get right down to it there isn't too much difference in demons and angels. Demons promise to make all your dreams come true and we do for a while, but we never lie. When we make a promise we keep it. You just have to be very clear as most people leave a lot of room for extra creativity on our part. Angels, however, they make you believe they

He had always been most afraid of Gale's tears, but now he found out he was scared of another. Shawn replied, "Daddy can take you home, but you have to tell Daddy the reason." "Because, because..." "Huh? Don't worry, just speak slowly." Nicole still had teardrops on her eyelashes. "I had a terrible nightmare. I saw a devil with a bloody mouth..." "Nicole, there are no devils in this world. It's just a dream." "But this dream is so real. If Mommy hadn't told me that I had a nightmare, I would have thought it was real. The devil is standing by my hospital bed, reaching out to choke my neck," Nicole replied very seriously.