Dreams About The Devil Novels & Stories

all the positive thought shattered. Tired after crying for hours, sick of my dream, or so I called it... I fell asleep. I dreamt of the man again, a dark creature who had hunted my previous dream... why... oh why... I must see him again in this dream... this green-eyed devil who had raped me in dream with no mercy. I wouldn't forget his eyes... I hate the color with all my heart. He walks closer, while again... hate to admit it... I!m paralized... the only thing I can do is blinking. I see the surrounding, beautiful lavender field as far as my eyes could see... and he is still walking to where I stand. Lavender... my favorite flower, the beautiful sight suddenly contaminated due to the devil

Derrick sat at the kitchen table, staring off into space, his mind lost in thought. Zin, his loyal servant and magical friend, watches him with growing concern. "Master," he said softly. "What's troubling you? I can sense that something is wrong." Derrick looks up at Zin, a haunted expression on his face. "I had a dream last night," he said. "Lucifer was calling me back to hell. with wants me to return there and fulfill my job as a little devil, shouldering some of his work instead of meddling in the affairs of humans."

, they have all imprinted inside him that he believed all of it but the only one that kept him hopeful was the one that was saying that he was weak when he was skilled, his skills kept him hopeful that the voices maybe lies. And now The Devil is standing in front of him, offering him his years of dreams and wishful thinking in a platter, not just to work for him but to atone for breaking in, how can someone be given his long time dream just to atone for his sins, so he was beyond happy, he is ecstatic and beaming 'The voices are wrong, I am not weak or dreaming the impossible, it has finally come to me' he shouted inside his head happily.

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.”

The devil likes to appear as a dream. That could be true, but Scarlett, she actually is a dream. And I’ll fight anyone who tries to turn her into a nightmare. Even my mother.

“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.

“Stay as long as you want.” Laura curled against Scott’s side and pulled the blanket over them. She tried to close her eyes but kept seeing the woman staring at her window. “I can’t sleep,” Laura said after a few minutes. “Every time I close my eyes, I see her.” “Then don’t close your eyes,” Scott said. “Just lie here with me and try to relax.” “How can I relax when some crazy woman’s stalking me?” Laura asked. “Because I’m here and won’t let anything happen,” Scott said, kissing her head. “I promise I’ll

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.

"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.”

others asked the team member, who was crying in pain. “My leg,” the person answered, and with that, everyone got a burning pungent. It was horrible. They all hold their nose and took a step ahead. Ultimately, they saw the scene which shook their core. Although they were conscious, their subconscious minds told them they were in a dream. How could skin be charred without fire? “Who are you fucker?” everyone asked in unison. “Satan!” the first word fell and resumed in the next second, “The king of hell! Father of demons. Ruler of souls.” As soon as the words ended, the figure took his actual form. With two horns and a tail, the devil was standing in front of them.