Dreaming Demon Novels & Stories

The 5th Dimension (The Demonworld) A hand ran through Veronica's face and she surrendered to it. She couldn't remember the last time she was held like this, it almost felt like a dream. Maybe it was. Her consciousness must be in one of her dream planes because she was back with Geronimo. "Veronica. Hey, wake up." He said. But his voice was different. Veronica frowned. Something was wrong with her dream. Wait...dream? Why was she dreaming? Demons don't dream...

Pam didn't really say much about them apart for them being close with Damon. April wasn't exactly curious about the vampire princes, she only wanted to know about the demon but Pam didn't seem to know more about him. She wished she could find anything, just anything that would be lead to the answers to her questions. She drew the curtains closed after staring at the window for a while and thinking about the things Pam had told her about the demon. She sighed as her head hurt just thinking about the demon, he was really a good ingredient for a headache. She lay on the bed feeling her eyes already drooping to sleep and then she allowed the darkness to take over. She closed her eyes and slowly

When he turned back to the edge of his bed, Blood, the demon version of Young, had disappeared. It drove the man mad that although nothing had been said, he knew exactly what his nightmares coming into the real world meant. Somehow Asha had tapped into a version of herself that needn’t attack anyone headon, the other side had been listening and now they were making themselves known. He wasn’t really a believer of the supernatural until he had met her, but apparently his new understanding was not enough to deter him from repeating the same cycle. Like the idiot he was, he persisted and still tried to spy on her. It angered Young’s new demon to know that the little cockroach was still being so

“What should I do?” I grabbed my phone to put a call across to Ben. I needed him, but for the seventh time today, his line was out of connection. Frustrated, I threw my phone on the couch as I fell back to my bed clutching the giant stuffed animal for comfort as I drifted off to sleep. As I drifted off to sleep, the dreams came—vivid and suffocating. I saw the Demon Alpha standing in a field of ash, his eyes glowing as he fought against an unseen enemy. Then Lucien, kneeling in chains, blood dripping from his wrists as he looked at me with desperation.

POV: Aurelia I woke up feeling strangely rested, as if the chaos of yesterday hadn’t left its mark. But it had. A warrior from another pack had been murdered inside our borders, and his chest was carved open, a demon mark left behind. And last night, I dreamt again. No, not a dream. The demon spoke to me. It felt too vivid, too real. Like it was no longer bound to the other side but slipping into this world… into mine.

His breath hitched, and for a long moment, the night held them — two souls who had clawed their way through hell to find heaven in each other’s arms. And then he whispered, his voice low but sure: “Darkness. Demons. Damnation. That’s what I was made of once. which Tainted my Desires” “But I’ve learned something, Castelle… even tainted hearts can crave light. Even the damned can choose redemption.” Castelle’s eyes shimmered. “And the demons?” Kane smiled faintly, glancing down at their children sleeping soundly at her side. “The demons,” he said softly, “learned to bow to love.”

“I’m sorry, did you say Demon Realm?” Ruben chuckled. “That’s right…I’m a Demon Lord of the Ninth Level…so I’m technically not supposed to be in this realm…I could get in lots of trouble.” He grinned facetiously, causing Batton to raise an eyebrow at him in consternation. “Trouble with whom?” He asked before Von Dulce could. Von Dulce glanced at him with appreciation for him asking the question first. Ruben looked away nonchalantly, rocking back on his heels. “Oh you know…the Demon King…the Angels…that sort of thing…”

The dark cloud that had loomed over Alex's soul grew denser, and with each passing day, the demon lurking inside him gained strength. Its malevolent presence seeped into his thoughts, tainting his actions with a sinister allure. Alex had fought against it, but now, it seemed as if the demon's grip on his very essence was tightening, suffocating him. He noticed Alex was starting to know more about things, meaning he already knew about the trick he was playing with his mind. The demon possessed him and started ordering everyone to get the sacrifice ready fast so he could come in his full self.

How can you be sure of this unless you are in cahoots with her yourself? "I am not in cahoots with a demon!" Maddie replied, her voice rising. "I know this because she has been sending demons to attack me too. These creatures are out there, multiplying by the minute because of Aosoth's mere consciousness on this earth. Imagine what would happen if she eventually rose to power."

“They’re happy. They’re not suffering, and they don’t have any troubles. “They only belong to me. “This is art! It’s perfect art!” He was completely insane. It was completely inhumane. He had turned these young women into his personal toys. I looked at those young women. They were only in their early twenties. Their lives were just starting. However, they were trapped in this dungeon. I recalled what Charlie had said. “The pretty lady fell asleep after the jab, just like sleeping beauty.” It turned out that this was what he was referring to. I felt very sad. I was sad for these young women and this despicable world.