Dream About Devil Chasing Me Novels & Stories

[Rachel's POV] I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding in my chest. The vivid images from my dream lingered in my mind, replaying like a haunting movie. A lycan and a wolf locked in a fierce battle, a woman and a little girl running for their lives. The terror of the chase, the slashing claws, and the echoing screams filled my ears. It was a recurring nightmare that had haunted me since childhood.

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

Dust was surrounded him and he was caughing a mouthful of blood. His vision was blurry, yet before he lose consciousness, the winds was on a fury as it roared through the dust that was poisonous at this point, “You dare to run havoc with such a lowly curses, you Devil! You have no fear, yet you seem to not remembering where you stood, you Devil!” That sudden, the dust was screaming when suddenly, a massive force guide them through the land below. “For your all the eternity plan, you still able to make such a mistake on coming back, you Devil! How a pity I was just on my misery, I could have chained you to that miserable darkness for such eternity you trying to behold!”

I closed my eyes, shut my mind from thinking anything, and started counting in my heart to distract myself from the devil's closeness. "It's getting cold," The devil whispered into my ear after a while and I trembled from the slight touch of his lips rubbing on my earlobe. I immediately opened my eyes, flushed completely, and when I saw that devilish smirk on his face. I felt like digging a hole and hiding inside it. How could I be so idiot? He isn't the one in s*x more than I am... Why do I always keep thinking about s*x with him even when I know he is a devil and a dangerous creature?

It is when I start to dream that my slumber goes downhill. In my dreams, I chase the man with my wallet. We are in the alley, he has my wrist and my arms begin to burn. My blood pumps like lava, black veins wrapping up my limbs like vines and I screech as my skin sears. In the darkness, a handsome devil watches with dark blank eyes. He is unohaded by my suffering, even when I cry to him, the only bystander, to help me. I thrash about and try to pry myself free of the monster holding my wrists, when suddenly he becomes a bear. A huge, red eyed, demonic bear and he bellows in my face with yellowed razor teeth. I hear a scream thst I know is my mother's, and as I turn away in useless guilt, the

HUNT "Tell me more about this dream," Lilith said as I paced around her cabin. Della was still asleep, but I couldn't put my mind to ease as I thought about our similar dreams. It's never happened to me before. Not even with Hailey and our bond was as strong as any others. "It's the same thing over and over. Someone is chasing her and I can't help her. I could feel the desperation as I searched for her cries and her pleas for help. She sounded as if she was right there, but she wasn't," I explained.

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.

His closeness always affects me so that I want to drown in it but a devil-like him can't confuse my soul This is my chance to save Thomas from the clutches of devil

I said angrily and ended the call and threw my phone on my bed as tension-filled my whole being. My phone vibrated and I picked it up. The Devil: ‘A man can dream, Evelyn. And I will never stop dreaming of having you on your knees in front of me. But just so you know, I will never force you to do something you’re not comfortable with. I am a man of my word. But if in case you feel lonely and cold at night, I would be more glad to be of service and keep you warm.’ ME: ‘Just go on dreaming because it won’t happen.’

I won't lie, looking at him right now, is bringing the images of the dream, that woke me. And to be honest, if I get to live that dream for once then I will. Just once. I promise I was lost in thought when suddenly the scratching of the chair, brought my attention back to the devil who is standing now, who I think is getting bigger every second. He is not getting, bigger idiot, he is coming towards you. My senses informed me. And in no time he is standing in front of me. Watching intently. we are close and it's definitely not helping the way I feel about him, especially now that the warmth radiating off his body is heating me.