The Devil In Dreams Novels & Stories

the demon said as he changed, his tale and horn disappearing and now he was now standing as Damien. Julianne was frightened as she quickly put on her clothes. She took to her heels immediately leaving the poor body to slump on the bare floor. _________________ Julianne's point of view " You failed, just one mission and you failed, " the voice have been nagging me since I came back from the nightclub. " I failed, I accept that I failed your mission, I will gladly accept any punishment you have to offer, " what the hell is his problem. " Are you sure you can do that?" The voice said in mockery.

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

A cold hand touched my shoulder, and I jolted, nearly falling out of bed before I realised it was Devon. "Hey, hey... are you okay?" Devon’s voice was thick with sleep, his eyes filled with concern as he pulled me toward him. I couldn't respond. The image of those red eyes was burned into my retinas. "Is it another vision, Jimmie? Did you have a vision again?" I shook my head, though I wasn't sure I believed it. "It was just a dream, Devon. A very, very bad dream." "Tell me about it," he said softly, reaching out to pull the covers over us.

And Cassiel had no idea his perfect world was already unraveling. Sleeping beside Cassiel now felt like lying next to a cunning predator masked by charm and power. Julian had once convinced himself that entering this marriage could be the key to saving his brother, Bash. But it was all a fabrication. A beautifully crafted lie. He laid there, stiff as a board, emotionless. The man beside him — known among the underground as the devil in a suit—had fooled him into believing there was still some trace of humanity left in him. Julian now realized how foolish he’d been to trust even an ounce of that illusion.

“I’m doing this because if I don’t, we both die. And trust me—my death would be the least of this world’s problems.” She stared at the throne. At the burning seal behind it. And her reflection in the polished floor—no longer fully human. Something inside her shifted again. A memory, maybe. Or a piece of her soul waking up after a long, long sleep. “You lied to me,” she said quietly. “But so did everyone else. So maybe... you’re just the first devil who had the guts to tell me the truth.” Dante smiled, not with victory, but with respect. “Good girl.”

He shifted, leaned back, legs spread wider, one boot tapping the floor with lazy rhythm. “I’m sure you’ve heard of The Devil,” he said. His voice was smooth. Deep. Too calm. It wasn’t the kind of voice that threatened you. It was the kind that made promises you knew would come true, even if they were the kind to make your skin crawl. I blinked. “Only the one from the Bible.” He chuckled. Low. Warm. Wrong. “Are you religious, Luca?” He said my name. It sounded like silk being pulled tight against my throat.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

Only recently had I begun to think that some of these dreams were real. With this new perspective, it was no surprise that I saw Dante in a different light. In my dreams, I'd seen him be threatened and manipulated. One could even argue that he'd been physically abused. He had been denied medical treatment until he'd fulfilled the wishes of his tormentor, a man known as the Collector.

He was a shell of a man, a hollow vessel filled with nothing but greed and ambition. And then, there were the strange occurrences. Equipment would malfunction, and my father would be plagued by vivid, disturbing dreams. He would see shadowy figures lurking in the corners of his office, and he would hear whispers in his ear when he was alone. It was then that he realized the true cost of his deal with the devil. He had traded his soul for success, and now he was paying the price. He tried to backtrack, to renounce the deal and reclaim his soul. But it was too late. The devil had him in his grasp, and he would never let him go.

-------- Dreaming, I saw Diana again. I saw her angel-like face. So enchanting and captivating. Her beauty... Her smile... Her soft skin... Her enticing eyes... Her perfect body but wait she changed. She's not Diana anymore. She now has goat-like horns. Her eyes were glowing red without a pupil. And she got a tail, a long pointed tail. She's a demon. .......................... " Ahhhhhhhhh", I almost fall from my bed. I was catching my breath as I regained myself from that weird dreams of mine.