Devil May Cry Nightmare Novels & Stories

Don't beat her," I said to a person crying who looks exactly like me. He is beating devika and devika is crying lying on the floor. The person trapped me inside a huge cage. I couldn't come out from the cage as it's locked. The person laughed and said sarcastically," She deserves all this and you can't save her. I will not spare her." "Please, don't hurt her," I pleaded joining my hands in front of him. But he isn't showing any mercy. He raised his hands with his belt in the air to slash devika when I yelled loudly," Devika". "Devika....." I yelled loudly and wake up from my sleep. I saw this nightmare again. I don't know why I am seeing this nightmare again and again.

I didn’t need anyone finding out about this meeting. “No, I covered my tracks.” I followed Rook to a spot where he had hidden our two Nightmares. Nightmares are demonic horses that are black with manes and tails made of fire, their eyes are red and unless you are a demon, I wouldn’t recommend touching one. One touch from a nightmare could make you have horrific dreams for the rest of your life. They fed off fear and loved to torment the living. I mounted Amdis, my Nightmare. I've had had him since I was young, and he was loyal. The only one who could ride him was me. If another tried, they would end up seriously injured.

Zachary fumed and looked straight in her eyes that were gleaming with mirth. “I am not going to let you or this pauper destroy my kingdom” Delphyne gritted and then looked at Diana who was trying hard to stifle her cries, “Listen and better ingrain this in your mind witch, we are devils. We hate you and your entire fucking community. Heaven was once ours and soon we are gonna snatch it back from you. You better start counting your days because they won’t last long.” Diana gasped in horror. Zachary also stared at his mother incredulously, “THE FUCK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT??”

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

No humanity, just hunger. “You’re him,” she whispered. “The Devil of the Underworld.” He bowed his head slightly, a mockery of courtly manners. “Dante Moretti. Though most only whisper my name.” Her heart pounded. Dante Moretti wasn’t just a crime lord—he was a myth. A monster in a designer suit. A man with more blood on his hands than the war itself. Rumors said he didn’t age, didn’t bleed, didn’t sleep. That he struck deals in shadows, and those who betrayed him were never found again. Or if they were, it was in pieces.

A silent, burning claim that dared anyone to look at me again. It was him. My devil. And tonight— I’m not just ready for the punishment. I crave it.

‎I slap the clock silent and lie there panting, soaked in sweat and shame. ‎“Fuck,” I hiss into the dark. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” ‎I’m twenty-four years old, in love with a man who makes me pancakes and calls me sunshine, and I’m having wet dreams about the devil who once owned my soul. ‎I drag myself out of bed, legs shaky, panties ruined. ‎The bathroom light is brutal. ‎My reflection looks like she’s been through a war: cheeks flushed, eyes wild, lips bitten raw. ‎I splash ice-cold water on my face until I stop shaking.

Their lifeless faces were terrifyingly ashen, implying that they had died a positively agonizing death. Indeed, Skylar was cultivating an ultimate fiend skill known as the Devil Nightmare. Archfiend Antigonus had been extremely impressed with Skylar when he released him from the Ghost World and helped him build a tangible body, and had thus passed on many ultimate fiend skills to him. The Devil Nightmare was one of them. Acquiring the Devil Nightmare was a ruthless process—it was done by absorbing children's spirits. One wrong move would result in a state of extreme tragedy. However, if one were to succeed, their skill would rise to a whole new realm.