Of Dreams And Demons Novels & Stories

It was then that Torelli’s red eyes betrayed him, they shone in the distance. Again, Jesse took after him in full blast. He timed his approach and fired his haunches. He flew through the air, aiming for the neck. But it was too strong to rip off. The two stared balefully at the other for a few seconds until Jake approached menacingly and stopped as well beside Jesse, snarling. ‘I shall fight, but not today’ the demon said, forming rapidly back to the priest’s form who fell flat. And then appeared on the horizon abound of black clouds drifting towards the alps. Bats!

Enhancing his fiendish malevolent appearance were the large black bat wings that extended from his back. I had the formidable conviction that he was of demonic existence. That couldn't be doubted. But then again, do demons exist? Even if they did, why was I being haunted by one? Or maybe my dreams are illusions as a result of fear? Is it possible for nightmares to be a work of imagination? The more I tried to convince myself of the truth, the more it felt like my head was spinning and playing games with me.

“I still don’t understand a word you’re saying and how do you expect me to believe you when I don’t understand what you’re saying.” “It’s your choice, if you don’t believe me the elders will be able to separate us and then nobody would be able to save the world.” “….. The world? What does my dying and waking got to do with the world?” “There’s a battle brewing up in the dream world, well more of a coup than a battle.” It says. “And everyone knows that the savior will win, he will then surely direct his anger on this realm. We both need to be strong if we want to have a chance to fight this war or better still don’t let it get here.”

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

She laid between Duskins legs with Alo in front of her and Farrell in the back. This was just what she needed but as she closed her eyes she could have sworn she saw someone staring back at her from the library corner of their room. No matter how much she tried to stay awake or alert her mates she couldn’t. Darkness soon overtook her as Esime stood in the corner using some of the darkest and deadliest magic known to demons. She had to make sure that the pup or one of the pups was a girl, if they could get a girl from Ife’s bloodline to raise and let Jacob claim their plan would still work.

Though the Demon sleeps he often sees the realms through his dreams and he was disgusted by the gods and their so-called Upper Pantheon. Once they led the realms with honor and dedication to their original task but over time they slowly fell to decadence and excess, indulging in many pleasures that no god should be allowed to experience. While he was awake the demon traveled through the realms in search of a world where he can sleep and found a world whose location was purposely removed by the Knight Empiria. According to the records, this one world is where the Demon found peace and slept his days away, though not much is known. It is said that the demon’s heart was broken upon the world an

I told myself it was so that I had a warning, but of course this was a lie. His dark laugh was enough to make me tremble. “Shall I show you?” My breath became caught in my throat at the thought. “I don’t know.” I wanted to appear modest, no matter how perverse my thoughts. “It’s different now that I’m awake.” “Why?” “It feels more sinful.” “And why is that?” “Because dreams aren’t . . . ” “Aren’t what? Aren’t real?” That was indeed what I was going to say. But here I was, dancing with a demon who had entered my dreams . . . who had touched me within them in a way that had affected me in the physical realm. Remembering the dreams made me squirm in his grasp.

I asked genuinely confused and he pointed to a woman who came to me, she paused and showed me the side of her neck. Ive seen so many love bites to know exactly what I was looking at. “Uhh okay?” I stated still confused as to how that had anything to do with the south. “This happened tonight! My husband had to wake me up, t-they did things to me” “They? Who’s they?” I asked tuning in all my attention to her complaints. “The demons, it came into my dream and and touched me, it-“ “It laid with my wife!” A man said angrily coming to stand beside the woman and my hand covered my mouth.

The city was gone. Elara stood in a hall of mirrors but these weren't like the mirrors in the Spire. These were made of ice, and they reflected not what she was, but every version of what she could have been. She saw an Elara who had never summoned a demon. She saw an Elara who had died in the basement. She saw an Elara who was a queen of the dark. “This is the Chamber of Possibilities,” Cassiel’s voice echoed, though he was nowhere to be seen. “You have forced us into a deadlock, Vessel. By merging the Void with the Light of the Arbiter, you have created a paradox.”

That the Demonics' greatest gift or maybe favorite hobby, was to turn people insane. One touch… one swipe of a hand, and they made sanity disperse. Turning thoughts into nightmares and delusions. Daymares and horrors. Their deepest fears surround them until the only way out is for someone to take their own life. Haunting them and turning their reality into hell on earth. A twisted game that they would sit back and savor as their victim twisted themselves into oblivion and misery. It makes me shudder to think he has that ability too, and it sounds like he's used it before.