Devil May Cry Nightmare Novels & Stories

Instead of the hollow sound of wood, I hear a soft click. A compartment opens. Inside lies a black notebook. Untitled, unmarked, just the initials V.M. etched in fading ink. Vittorio Moretti. I open it slowly. No dates. No numbers. Just a list of names, some crossed out, some circled. And beside one name, scrawled in darker ink, two words that make my stomach tighten: Blood Pact. I stare at it, my pulse steady but my hands clenched. Blood Pact. The term my father used for alliances sealed by death, promises that only ended when one party was buried.

POV Craig I woke to the sound of a scream. Not just any scream, it was Kitty's scream. The sound had me jumping to my feet. As I stood, Clay looked over to me. He looked like he was just getting up as well. I looked around to see Neil standing looking in horror around the room. Abby and Tommy were still on the ground but I could see them breathing.

The night that was slowly turning into a nightmare for me, my mother had said I had been talking in my sleep again last night. And Amanda was very wrong, the conversation most definitely didn't take five minutes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The first thing my eyes went to when I got to work later that afternoon was a painting that hung beside the ancient wall clock behind the counter. It was a queer painting if I had ever seen any as it, it contained a man that apparently was supposed to be the devil with his charcoal black skin, pointy, black head horns and long spiky tail. The eyes were painted a bloody shade of red that were enough to give nightmares, as if I needed more of t

Ivan found the root of Dev’s sleeplessness, “So, it’s no moon’s fault…it is yours…Tell me about your horrible dreams.” Dev was trying to explain his dream hastily, “That is…Oh…eyes…made me…something here (touched his heart)…I did…Ivan, help me…” Ivan changed his dragon form to his mortal form to sit beside him in his bed and opened his mouth, “Dev… just relax… Openly to say, I don’t understand anything from your hints… Tell me… What eyes? What did you do? How can I help you?” Dev thought to himself,

Kim began to push his hard dick in and out of Julianne's pussy waiting for her to adjust to his. He started pounding in and out of Julianne in a hurry, the bed bucked underneath them. Julianne's moan could be heard by their next door neighbor. They both reached their climax same time as the door busted open revealing a very disheveled looking angry demon. He grabbed the man's head and hurled into the wall, Julianne struggled to cover her naked body with the blanket. She watched in horror as the intruder hurled Kim at the hard wall, Kim stood up angrily not even a hair was out of place as he grabbed Damien's neck.

I went to bed that night thinking about what she said I couldn't focus on the movie, Kristy is like my second mom she had a way of getting into my head with her words like my mom that's why they are both inseparables. I'm now stuck between the devil and the sea not know were to run to, I can't swim and I can't be too sure if I'll survive with the devil. After all he is the devil. But what do I do now?, I tried to force sleep and the nightmare that followed next left me panting for breath when I woke up covered in sweat. Lyla was chasing me with a knife accusing me of taking what belongs to her, I've only seen her in pictures that pretty face with beautiful eyes but seeing her looking so angr

The salty taste of the mixture of her hot tears and cold sweat warned her just how incredibly anxious she was. Why? Why so much terror? Why am I so scared? The dark answer was simple. The Devil stood right before her in all his twisted glory. Without any regrets. But if the horrific situation could be seen from his outlook, it would be staggering to anyone who actually knew him. The Devil had brought a girl to a highly secluded place where he had never brought any other woman before. When Adrian had found out about his plan, he was fuming and completely astounded. His ruthless friend was actually bringing a girl to his private penthouse—a girl he had aggressively claimed was his.

But tonight, amidst the laughter and quiet honesty, there was a rare peace. Tomorrow would bring new challenges. But for now, they toasted to progress, friendship, and the hidden truths that kept them moving forward. — That night, as darkness wrapped around the city of Barcelona, Devon lay restless in the quiet of his room. The shadows seemed to close in, heavy with memories he couldn’t shake. Suddenly, the nightmare returned—the same haunting vision of Damian’s cold eyes, the explosion, the loss, and the threats whispered in the dark. He jolted awake, heart pounding, a scream tearing from his throat before he could stop it. The silence that followed was thick and suffocating.

Elle POV. I fell asleep after a while the hug did help, and you’d think my nightmares would be afraid of Devil, that they’d go away for the night, instead, they were there, as bad as ever. I saw him, hurting me and laughing, the laugh, the cold laugh, the one that he’s extremely happy at what he just did, hurt me.

Boiling in anger, I did not know if he was going to report me to Tobias, but I will let him know what he was trying to do. Walking out of the bar, it was so late. Tobias was no longer around. I tried looking for Daphne, but she left early. I boarded a cab towards Tobias's house, finally halting from the car. I stepped towards the entrance; the door was all open. It was so suspicious. Climbing the stairs up to meet Tobias, a strange noise caught my attention. Increasing my pace, walking upstairs towards our room, I could hear the voice clearly. It was as if a lady was moaning. I got angry, my blood boiling, opening the door in anger.