Fighting Demons In Dreams Novels & Stories

Demons were chasing after me, and I could see one demon running after me, but it felt like it wasn't only just one demon trying to get to me. Fighting the demons at this point was like fighting your own shadow, which was an impossible task. "Destiny, join us," the demon said in a raspy voice behind me. "You are weak, Destiny. Join us and get all the powers you seek. The devil wants you," he added. I felt like I had been here before, just like something was repeating itself. And then it hit me. I had a dream just like this, but this time it wasn't a dream.

Her wolf struggles, her teeth elongate, glinting dangerously, while her claws extend, ready to fight. I come out of her nightmare and stumble towards the small, dimly lit bathroom tucked away in the corner of her room. With a violent heave, bile rises from the depths of my churning stomach, escaping my lips in a convulsive expulsion. The vivid, haunting images from her dream relentlessly replay in my mind, their grotesque details etched into the deepest recesses of my consciousness. I don’t consider myself a good person. I’m part demon after all, but even I am shocked by unimaginable depths of evil that now haunt me.

Anton said, catching up to me just as I was stepping out of the library. His voice was calm, but his words carried a weight that made me pause. “Demons can alter the dreamscape, but only if the dreamer’s emotions are potent enough to fuel the transformation. It’s all about the strength of what you feel.” I glanced at him, the faint library light casting a soft glow on his face, making him appear both curious and determined. His suggestion lingered in the air between us, heavy with meaning.

“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.

But it's her eyes—brilliant green orbs full of fire and unspoken strength that ensnare me. The vision shifts. A demon looms, a grotesque predator whose presence sends waves of fury through me. It targets her and an older woman, her mother perhaps. The demon's attack is merciless, scorching the older woman from the inside out, leaving her broken and lifeless. Another scene flashes before me: a man, her father, sleeping soundly as the same demon descends, its claws tearing through him with monstrous precision.

“Adolfa… you have to fight them.” Spirit generals and elders battled around us, but the demons were too many. They poured into the hall like a flood of shadows. The Charon lifted his hand and pointed at me. “Take her alive!” he roared. Ten demons leaped toward me at once. I kicked one in the chest, sending it flying across the hall. I punched another creature in the jaw, cracking its bone. I ducked under a claw strike and stabbed one demon’s neck with my own sharpened nails.

She thought deeply for a while, sat up and began to write again: " Hi dear diary, tomorrow is my birthday but tonight is my meeting with my demons. I am scared, mom says I should pray, Aunt Ann said the same thing but I don't believe in it anymore. I don't even know how to pray; I'm mad at God. Aunt Ann says it's wrong to blame God but I can't help it although I do not say it out loud. I want to stop blaming God. I think these demons are to blame after all. Dear diary, I ain't sleeping tonight not because I don't feel sleepy, but because I want to break record, I want to be able to say I didn't have any nightmare on the night preceding my birthday for the first time in seven years. I want to

She said with such a sweet smile and hopeful eyes that expected understanding. Gama suddenly burst into another fit of laughter. It almost looked like he was going insane and when the laughter suddenly came to a halt, his eyes were pitch red and menacing. His voice was suddenly deeper and fiercer as he glared at Emily. “What about me?” He asked. Knowing Gama's demon had taken control, Emily became weary and quickly spoke, “Calm down, Gama.” moving closer to Emily, the demon cupped her face in his palms, “What about me? How could you leave me?” He asked.

I kept my eyes on my shoes, wishing the sun would just finish setting so we could go back inside. “You know,” Jeremiah said, breaking the quiet. “There is an old story about this time of evening. They say dusk is when the demons come out.” I bit my lip to keep from rolling my eyes. I didn't think he was the type for ghost stories. I decided to play along just to keep the conversation moving. “Demons? What are they looking for?” I asked, stepping slightly closer to him as a shadow flickered in the trees. “They hunt for souls,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “They call out your name. They can mimic the voice of anyone you trust. A friend, a parent, or someone you love. If you answer th

She couldn't remember why she had gone to bed so early, but she felt exhausted. As she lay there, she tried to recall her dreams, a dream with no sun and moon, just blackness and silence. A dream where she always heard a noise. A scream in the distance and laughter in her ears – that made her want to run, flee to escape the horrors that lay beyond. A dream where there are demons that chased after her. A dream where she was drinking blood and eating raw meat. The same dream that she is watching again and again. But they were hazy and fragmented. She couldn't make sense of them.