Devil May Cry Nightmare Novels & Stories

"Stop that now! We don't do that here, we pray in Lucifer's name. Now quick, go in." Ryan just stood there shaking like a jellyfish before he entered into the devil's chamber. Ryan was shocked beyond words. He didn't know the devil's chamber will be as scary as this. He cursed the day he stepped his for on the sacred mountains, he wished he just ignored the mountain without giving it a second look. He tried to figure out a way of leaving the devil's chamber but he couldn't, immediately he entered, the door was automatically locked. The room was dark and it smelt of blood, fresh blood and stale blood. Everything on the room was in red and black except some human skeletons and bones dangling o

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

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.

“Tell me, Sorah. Was it the red-haired I told you about? Where did you see them?” I zone out for a moment, numbly staring at the scowl on Devon’s face. For sure I can see his stench disdain towards Vampires in general, and towards Andreas in particular. It’s a passion, an obsessive hatred he harbors towards that lone Vampire that sets his orbs alight with black fire. “R-red long hair…crimson glowing eyes…” The words air out my stiff lips and Devon’s eyes go wide with shock before he switches into a cold chuckle. He leaves my shoulders and shares a knowing smirk with Yasha before quickly speaking to someone behind him I didn’t notice until now.

Thunder cracked in the distance. And in his mind, Nirvana's screams echoed. The devil had never known what it felt like to lose his soul. Until now.

He stood in the doorway, sleeves rolled to his elbows, shirt open at the collar. He looked infuriatingly calm. Ronan Blackwood I've been too shocked to recognise him last night but now - fuck! Ronan Blackwood the rumoured devil. I had no idea if I should scream or just laugh because how the hell did I end up with the devil himself? “You had no right,” I said, my voice low, hard. “I saved your life.” he responded calmly. “You took it.” I marched toward him, heat burning through my chest. “You didn’t ask. You didn’t give me a choice. You just—scooped me up like I was some damsel who needed a knight.”

Each scream carried the weight of my powerlessness, a plea for salvation drowned in the surreal nightmare that held me captive. As the rain of blood intensified, so did my screams. The crimson drops seemed to absorb the resonance of my cries, creating a dissonant harmony that mirrored the disintegrating fabric of my own psyche. The nocturnal landscape bore witness to my agony, each scream etching a mark on the desolate canvas of my tormented dreams. Relentless torment persisted, an unyielding barrage of pleas and cries punctuating the breakdown of reality around me. In the throes of the nightmare, my screams became a haunting melody of despair, a soulful lament that seemed to merge with the

It was clear he wasn't conscious or aware of his actions. "Show me what he's dreaming of," I said quickly, needing to understand the root of this behavior. Dane hesitated momentarily before pulling us into the depths of Percy's nightmare. The dream that unfolded was chilling. Percy was trapped in an alley, experiencing a violent assault by a group of vampires. In his nightmare, these vampires forced him to grind against another as they watched, a sick display of power and control. This explains his involuntary movements against Jo in the real world. The horror of the scene gripped me, and I turned to Dane in desperation. "Fix it, please. Oh shit, please Dane, fix it."

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.