Devil May Cry Nightmare Novels & Stories

I’d have her to myself for as long as I wished anyway. She slowly walked to the front row where they were and sat between her parents, hugging her mother tightly as they both cried. I found a place to settle somewhere at the back, my eyes never leaving her. A feeling I couldn’t quite understand tugged at my chest as I continued to watch her cry. Was it pity? Or perhaps, was I sad to see her like that? It had to be the former. Either way, I was not supposed to be feeling any of these emotions. I was called the devil for a reason.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

He extended his hand for a dance, The inky blackness night sky, thick clouds blotted out the stars, masked the full moon filling the water with blue light, the colossal wave’s crash onto the tick, wet sand, and the icy and withering wind became a silent spectator of Angel in Devil’s arms, both souls swaying and swirling to the lyrics of Christina Perri- A thousand Years song. S –“Did I tell you how beautiful you looking tonight My Dove”, he whispered in her ears A – Her breathing was rapid due to proximity, “Nope,” she complained in a baby voice with a pout at the end.

Now, I am all ready to go. Descending down the long flight of stairs carefully because I am holding Bambi in my arms, I hear some voices. Strangely familiar voices, and as I hear them closely, I gasp silently. The voice that intrudes my night's sleep, the one that is the cause of my neverending nightmares. Devin a.k.a. The Devil. No, no, no! What is he doing here this soon? No, he can't see me! He can't catch me, again.

And Damien wasn’t planning to ever tell her. --- That night, Devia woke with a jolt. Her breath escaped her in short, sharp bursts. Cold sweat clung to her skin. Her blanket had slipped to the floor, and her hands were trembling uncontrollably. Another nightmare. Revania’s mask. Revania’s voice. Revania’s cold laughter echoing in her ears. In her dream, Revania had grabbed her wrist—ice-cold fingers digging into her skin—and whispered: "Did you really think I wouldn’t come back?"

Devil magic, pure evil eroticism. From behind, his invisible extension ate my ass deeper, tongue splitting into three—impossible, wicked—rimming, fucking, vibrating all at once. I screamed his name—still didn’t know it, just “Devil”—as orgasm three crashed, body seizing, squirting in arcs that he lapped up mid-air with another phantom tongue.

Devon’s sleeping, but he’s turning, his mouth parted, sweat clings on his skin, he’s muttering inaudible words under his breath. “Devon?” I call out gently, knowing that he’s having a nightmare, even in his sleep, he seems quite disturbed. “Devon, it’s okay. It’s just a nightmare.” I stir him, but his eyes are tightly shut. “Just open your eyes, it’s just a nightmare.” His eyes peel open and wide green eyes stare at me, shock and fear is still all over his face, his chest is heaving and falling as he manages to gasp heavily.