Dream About Devil Chasing Me Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes trying to think about something else other than where I am. I do not want to trigger the devil alpha and my fear of him will be a trigger as he already told me, and I do not want to find out what he will do when he is triggered. I mean the man already said that he does not care if I died, and I do not want to die at least not yet. I have dreams that I still want to fulfil.

A man who had bought me at an auction and called me a ward and told me not to settle into his house. I brought myself back to reality. He was not human. He was not kind. He was not safe. Whatever I thought I saw in his eyes, whatever warmth I imagined in the way he looked at me, it was not real. He was a devil. And devils did not love. They only possessed. The drive back to Vercelli was silent. He sat across from me in the car. His hands were still bloody. Dried now, cracking on his knuckles. His shirt was torn. There was a cut on his forehead that he had not noticed. Blood had dried in a line from his brow to his jaw.

I said, then I heard the door open it was the devil, I don't need to look up to know cause his presence is already giving me the chill, then I felt the bed deepened, he is on the bed, he rarely does that. "When everything seems right when your dream seems near that you just have to stretch your hand and grab it when you have forgotten all about me when your world is yours to spin" he placed his hands on my feet and I jerked it off, he disgusts me "then I will be back to change everything" he said then left. I didn't understand what he's saying but I know its bad, that something worse is coming, I cried myself to sleep. Instead of dreaming of Oliver am dreaming of the devil.

When I thought that I wasn’t going to be able to take anymore that’s when we heard the door opening up to Legion and Levi. “Angel, we’re going to need to talk to you on what just happened and I’m hoping that you can explain it further to us on how you got involved with the Burning Devils MC.” “No, I don’t want to talk about them.” I can’t believe this is happening to me. Am I needing to run from them again or is Pyro finally going to get what he wants? I’m not thinking that they were going to help me in this. “Well, are you then wanting to return to the Burning Devils?”

I'm not even in the mood to argue nor demand to know an update from my husband's whereabouts since the moment I got out of the bath and was settled underneath the comfort of the bedsheets, I was lulled in a pure haven of rest. Or at least I thought that's all to it. As the moment my mind drowned in the comfort of sleep, my nightmares began to haunt me and that includes seeing the devil's face morphed in pleasure at the sight of me. But there's no way... "Don't think you can escape me that easily, do you, Scarlett?"

It's up to that lunatic. Devil, maybe that looks good too. "Go ahead and you just bother me. Remember tomorrow you can't be late otherwise you really have to kiss me on the cheek." Regi smiled disparagingly. Then not long after he answered the person's words. "In your dream, Mr. Gerand Yosefa. Excuse me," said Regi, who immediately stepped out of the room without noticing anything else. Asked Regi realizing that Gerand was smiling mysteriously again. It seemed like he had found something nice to do. Next target.

he smirked. “No,” I turned towards him, “I want to know… who are you, Tom?” He laughed coldly and glared at me. I flinched but clenched my teeth to help myself pretending to stay unaffected. “Be careful what you wish for,” he gazed deep into my eyes. I had just challenged the devil…

The voice is screaming in my head, chanting the word ‘Run’ in a frenzy, over and over again. “Yes, Callista, that’s what people normally do with doorways.” “Where does it lead to?” I ask, stepping back. “It leads to the Gateway of the Afterlife,” the devil reveals. I can no longer hold myself back. The voice overtakes me, and I dash away from the devil into the forest. My heart beats like a war drum in my chest, my pulse roaring in my ears. It’s so hard to run in the snow, and the dread I feel takes an all-time high.

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

Since I was born, I have never met someone as demon-representing as that man. Two days later. I was pinioned to a chair in a dimly lit room. I struggled with the chair, I couldn’t free myself. Then the same man appeared like a complete demon. His eyes were blood red. Each step he took toward me shredded my heart into pieces. He stood in front of me. Tears streamed down my cheeks. “No, don’t, please, I’m begging you,” I cried. I was struggling with the devil. He was going to strangle me like he did before. No one to defend me. I couldn’t defend myself. He was killing me slowly. I felt each vein in my neck snap and my eyes bulged out as I slowly give in to death. “Stop…!” I screamed out. I wok