Devil May Cry Nightmare Novels & Stories

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.

As the evil dragon said, Night Demon was just a guy who dared not even have a friend and almost was unknown. Was there any comparison? If he could get out of the nightmare of the soul of the evil dragon, why couldn't he deal with a small Night Demon? "As I said before, compared to Night Devil, my nightmare is very far apart. In other words, the Nightmare was formed by my Divine Sense to suppress your Divine Sense in the dream, but Night Devil... directly crushed you, and even..." "What?" "It can even operate your body, and my nightmare can only deal with the other party one by one. And it can deal with ten, a hundred, or even a thousand of them!" The demonic dragon soul said seriously.

I asked as I took out two glasses. “Just get your pretty self here, boy. I missed you,” the devil purred, which was more like a disgusting grunt which creeped me out but I knew better than to disobey this perv*rted bastard. I let his filthy lips and hands touch me, burning my skin painfully with his evil and impure touches. The only thought that continuously kept running in my mind was how disgusted would Ryan feel when he would come to know about my dirty past and present. “I don’t like your mate,” the nightmare huskily said in my ear suddenly before he sucked on my neck. I stilled and felt my breath hitch.

Where I felt like a crumpled mess, Rayne's gaze was blank as if he had not just kissed the life out of me. I maintain my stubborn stance even though I desperately want to flee from the foreign feelings his touch brings to me. His fingers caress my skin, harshly yet enjoyable. How am I supposed to explain this conflicting feelings. "I have no idea what you are talking about," I said in reply to his earlier statement. My voice shook as I spoke. His gaze darkened for the third time that night and the next things he said was like a confirmation to my delusional palette. "Get down on your knees, Lilith." My name on Rayne's lips right now is like a curse, a testament to my impending doom.

A female child ran into the morgue after midnight and there was definitely something strange going on. Cadell Marcus didn't pay attention at all. It just so happened that there was crystal on the door of this room. Looking inside through the crystal, using the cold moonlight, Cadell Marcus quickly saw a bloodline that made people swell screen. But seeing that beautiful girl who came before, as soon as she entered this room, she was hugged tightly by that male Evil Devil, reaching out a pair of hands emitting black energy to untie the girl's clothes. Soon, the fierce clothes inside were revealed, and then the male Evil Devil played a trick, in a flurry of touching, the female student closed h

“Well I've never seen beauty quite like that. The deal is yours, Diavolo. I'll even add an extra five hundred million dollars for it to become a billion dollar deal.” “Whats the catch?” “I want the girl.” My stomach flipped as I saw the devil cosplayer rise to his feet. He said something I wasn't fast enough to catch, but on closer inspection, I realized he was talking into the plug he had on. The curtain began to close. I was helped out of the glass. Before I could blink, everyone backstage had disappeared. I heard footsteps behind me and on turning, I saw the devil. “Well played.’’ He clapped. “You can’t sell me!’’ I blurted in panic.

The child can already wield the Rift. The child could command the dead and the living. His memory twists, showing him stumbling into a gate of black smoke, whispering the words that will doom them all: “The Devil’s heir is coming.” He falls unconscious. ⸻ Back in Aunt Dee’s Realm… Sarai Collapses The link snaps so violently Sarai screams. Aunt Dee appears instantly, magic crackling around her. Sarai’s eyes roll back as the last of the traitor’s fear floods her mind — sharp, acidic, unmistakable.