Nightmare Demon Novels & Stories

E. The Starlians have been at war with the Nightmares for Generations and are currently at a stalemate at Heavens Fall Realm. This realm has been ravaged by a 500 years war between the Nightmares and Starlians. The forces of Nightmares are described as beings covered with pitch black aura and have very good reflexes, smart and cunning. The Nightmares have learned to adapt and evolve throughout the centuries. This is the reason why the Starlians were pushed back from The Land of Demise all the way to Heavens Fall.

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.

♪♪ Demons • by Imagine Dragons ✿✿✿⁠ LILAH These nightmares would never stop chasing after me. They're too vicious and glutinous to leave me alone. Every night whenever I fix my eyes close, I see demons chasing after me. They'd laugh at me because I'm so pathetic and unwieldy. I scream at them again and again that I'm not but they'd keep making fun of me. Sometimes I question myself, what I did to deserve this abhorrent life. I could've lived like other kids out there. I could've gotten very loving and careful parents who would nourish and protect us. But we got monsters.

Lucas stared at the Rank 8 Dark Night Family. The ability of the Rank 8 Dark Night Family to summon zombies intrigued his interest. "Since you're curious to know what I am, I shall let you in on it. I'm a demon," replied Lucas. 'A demon!' The Rank 8 Dark Night Family was stunned as he had never heard about the demon race. "What race do demons belong to?" the Rank 8 Dark Night Family asked once again. Lucas fell silent for a few seconds and then answered, "You can take it this way, demons are not on the same level as the Dark Race."

"Crazy?" Xanti asked. He wouldn't deny that he was also terrified when the conversation was about a ghost. "You can see his behaviors earlier, when he's speaking his eyes looking around and suddenly smile and when you entered I noticed him screaming outside," said Nash even though he was terrified. "What is he shouting?" They all asked. The three stopped shouting and started listening to them.. "My child....give my daughter back....Where is my daughter Casey?! Wait who is Casey hahahaha." They stopped when Nash suddenly did what the old man did earlier.

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.

Again, she cleared her mind of the memory and waited to see if he’d continue on his own. He did. “He’d caught wind of a potential lead there. When Ward was locked up, he heard about some Guardians hiding in the forest north of there. Kimki or some shit. Anyway, while he was there, another team contacted Aaron and asked him if he could please help them because they thought he was the only one capable of taking out this group of demonics holed up in some tiny farming community. They were coming out at night and preying on children.” Jo’s breath caught for a moment as she thought about how significant that would be to her father. He’d grown up in a similar situation in Ireland, in the 1800s. “S

“Have you ever experienced the feeling of being looked down upon? When you have tried everything and cared so much that you almost lost your life, but he still despises your existence, do you know how deeply your heart will be hurt? I have done so many things for you, and have never asked you to repay anything, but you are nothing more than criticism and belittling to me? The Shadow Demon didn't answer but suddenly grabbed his shoulder. Then he saw the handsome, angular face of the Night Demon and a look so unusual… He was so frightened by the Night Demon's actions that he lost his soul. He forgot to resist and couldn't think normally. He let the Night Demon hug him. Is it real or a dream? A

Like a fucking animal. I stood, grinding my teeth. That’s when she mumbled again. "Paimon, get some food." She scratched her stomach. Turned over. Snored again. The nerve. The Night of Walpurgis was fast approaching—one of the bloodiest tournaments of the infernal realm, where Contractors and demons test their strength and loyalty. And here she was, sleeping like it was a Sunday morning. I snapped. My wings exploded outward as I shifted into my true form. Claws. Horns. Aura of dread. Tail lashing like a whip.

I was someone who suffered from nightmares, but paradoxically, the darkness here, was calming. I dragged my feet towards his bed and that’s when I saw the frame on his nightstand, next to a Bible. This man owned a Bible? My curiosity fully took over from this moment. I flipped it open. Maxine Jackson. I frowned a closed it. Who was she? My eyes slid back to the frame and I picked it up. It was a picture of a young woman, probably in her early thirties. She had thick black hair and blue eyes. Alexander’s eyes were a dark grey, but the resemblance was uncanny. This was his mother and that Bible perhaps, was hers.