Dream Of The Devil 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.

Then she muttered, almost to herself, “What’s going on… Jesus.” Did she really not know it was him? A cruel idea popped into his head. His lips curled into a smirk as he said. “It’s not Jesus, It’s the devil.” his voice dropped some octaves as he purposely deepened it. Her voice trembled as she whispered, “What? No. Is this a dream?” pure horror was clear in her tone. Luciano didn’t answer right away. Then, in a tone that was almost gentle, he said, “It might be. But you better not open your eyes… unless you want to see the devil in your dreams.”

Then, I deleted all traces and carefully returned the documents to their place. With trembling limbs, I collapsed on Adrian’s bed. A few minutes later, a message came in: “This will do. Let’s talk in two days. I’ll start the process.” I deleted that too. Then I closed my eyes. I had betrayed the devil. And if I didn’t move fast enough, he was coming for my soul.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

Yes, most surely the devil himself, though he looked like Corrompero and smelled like Corrompero and sounded like Corrompero. “I tasted your shattered innocence, your vile needs and desires,” is what the devil said next. His round face reddened with firelight, he moved closer. “On his fingers I tasted your fall from grace and the end of all your dreams.” Corrompero pulled close, the remembered feel of his hand resting against the small of her back forcing her near causing her to grit her teeth, the blue veins crisscrossing her hand bulging as she gripped the cold metal. A rain began to fall, the drops pitter-pattering against the plastic covering her head and wetting the church steps at her

The wind that swept through Deira carried an omen: The devil had stirred, and the kingdom would soon tremble.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Olivia knew she was stuck in a nightmare. The images were hazy, and she felt like she was floating. But the fear was real. She’d known this fear once before and it paralyzed her. She was running, a corridor that just kept getting longer, a never-ending run from them. She could hear them laughing behind her. She knew they would catch her. They always did. When would she stop running and just let them do what they want? Maybe then the nightmare would be over sooner. But the thought of what they do, of the pain and humiliation, was too much to think about and she kept running. When the hand grabbed her arm, she screamed. And she knew it was the first of many screams.

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

“There's no information on his line of business. But you might wanna listen to this.” I press the phone closer to my ear. “What? Is he a gangster?” “Not exactly. He's known as the Devil of Deals in some really elite circles. Basically, he grants wishes in the form of deals. He's very expensive from what I was able to find. But very sought after. No one knows what he looks like, no one's ever met him before.” Devil of Deals? Come to think of it, I think I've heard something like that before. I can't place where exactly.