Devil May Cry Nightmare Novels & Stories

“It’s just these weird dreams I’ve been having… they are messing with my head, Diana.” Devon had told me about this before. The weird pictures in his head had been keeping him awake at night. He told me it was a small little girl that kept on appearing in his dreams and was being haunted by the dark spirits that surrounded her. The little girl screamed and pleaded for help, but no one came for her. No one helped. She was forever stuck in that nightmare, always alone in a corner and covering her ears from the voices in her head.

𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭'𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭�

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

"Be as soft as The ANGELS But as dark as The DEVILS When it's the right time" NISHMA .. .. [•16+ mature content] Withering in pain, frustration, and embarrassment crawled upon her as Nishma's body shook uncomfortably in unreleased pleasure. "But You missed it" She heard him saying, mockingly and these words stabbed the heart of DEVIL as a fire enraged her. "Mission accomplished"< Demon spoke in his head and danced at his victory.

I spread my legs, standing tall and locked eyes with the Devil, then I pushed into his mind. It was a nightmare. No, it was beyond the worst, horrific nightmare I could have ever conjured up. Bodies writhed before my eyes, their mouths opened in silent screams as they suffered eternal hell, their sins displayed on their bodies. Gluttony, the man was huge, rolls of fat making it impossible for him to move, he struggled to breathe, his body slick with sweat from the heat of the flames. Sloth, another man, his eyes struggling to stay open, draped in dirty clothes, dirty bedding, the floor around him piled with rotting rubbish, he was drowning in split bin bags, rubbish building up around him.

He stated with complete, utter seriousness. “You motherfucker! Go fuck yourself. I will leave. You just watch how. You son of a devil!” I grunted, taking his damn hard chest into my mouth and bit him hard. He groaned, pulling me back away from him. Nikolai’s hand grabbed my neck—not to tight, but enough to hold me in place. He forced me to look into his eyes and moved back, my back hitting the wall, and he pressed against me. “You’re a kinky fan?” He smiled—his eyes held that dangerous look.

"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.