Audible Sandman: Act 4 Novels & Stories

Sanda pressed her mound into my hand letting me feel how wet she was for me. “No sleep for the big bad wolf tonight, baby.” She growled against my shoulder, riding my hand. *** “Am I still alive?” I tried to catch my breath there on the hay covered floor, my beautiful girls on top of me. Darina giggled breathily, swinging her sweat damp hair over shoulder. The moonlight cast her in a shimmering light, making the light sheen of sweat on her velvet skin glitter diamond-like. I thought it was the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. Sanda leaned over to kiss Darina’s right breast, teasing the nipple between her teeth.

He’s smiling and more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him. The string quartet starts to play a cheerful tune. We all rise. Ahriman will be walking down the aisle in a few minutes. And the only thing between him and me is Zared. “Keep breathing.” Aminta repeats it like a mantra. I hear footsteps nearing. “I smell our mate” Aminta says, her voice longing for something we both know he cannot and will not give us. “We don’t want this one,” I remind her. The footsteps stop, carefully look to my side. Frozen in the aisle is Ahriman. His nostrils flare, his mouth is a little open and his eyes the size of saucers.

She hopes she will die soon… so that this illness will end quickly. ### When Sandro woke up, Sandro could hear the movement of the blanket being removed and her footsteps running across the room, maybe she wanted to go to the bathroom…because then her footsteps seemed to move away. Sandro couldn't sleep, he is filled with guilt for making Amanda cry all night… even in her dream she is crying, her face must be swollen and red now. Sandro still remained in his position and concentrated on listening to Amanda's footsteps that sounded close, Sandro's ears are on alert. For some reason his inner eye suddenly whispered something unreasonable, he asked Sandro to wake up and approach Amanda.

Focused. Calculated. Then, quietly “There are rumors,” he said. The room stilled. “Of someone who can manipulate bonds.” My heart stopped. “That’s impossible,” an elder snapped. Adrian didn’t look at him. He looked at me. “And yet,” he said softly, “something just touched yours.” The bond pulsed again. Wrong. Unfamiliar. Watching. And suddenly This wasn’t about choice anymore. It wasn’t just Rowan. Or Adrian. Or the alliance.

Nina slightly confirmed my thoughts with a nod and opened the box, and I saw a kind of sand there, but it was of a golden hue, a mix of silver and a soft purple hue, a mix of these three colors that made the sand iridescent. "Achilles, I need you to step back." Nina explained. My companion gave me another soft kiss and did as asked. Nina raised her hand, and the sand followed its course, enveloping me, and I felt a strange pain as the sand penetrated my skin, and gradually I could hear the sound of bones breaking, and I screamed.

Grabbing my small duffel bag, I carefully select my clothes and proceed to change in the empty second lounge, partially closing the door behind me. Just as I'm fastening my leather belt and clasping the buckle, a sudden hush falls over the cabin. An unsettling feeling washes over me. I push the door open wider, allowing me to see down the hallway and into the first lounge. My heart sinks. Sandro positioned himself at the edge of the couch, fixing his intense gaze upon Ashton as if he were preparing to reel in a fish for dinner. I swiftly discarded my shirt and made my way back to where everyone was gathered, just as Ashton set his mug aside and confronted Sandro, saying, "If you have somethi

So he crawled away from underneath me, so he could catch his breath. Hot tears sprang to my eyes, as I tried in vain to release my neck from rope, because it was killing me slowly. I had no idea if it was because I was dying on a gradual process, but suddenly I was thrown into the position of having a trance. "What the hell are you doing man?" "Shut up!" Someone snapped. And silence fell. "Good, now turn him over." I felt four pair of hands holding me. "Now make him face the floor."

Abram kicked it open, the metal groaning as it hit the wall. "Who goes there?" a voice shouted from below. Abram didn't answer with words. He leaned over the railing and let out a long, terrifying howl. It wasn't the sound of a man. It was the sound of the Blood Hunt. From deep below, a dozen voices answered. The prisoners. They knew. The mountain echoed with the sound of a hundred wolves calling for vengeance. They reached Level Four. The air here was different—thick with the smell of chemicals, antiseptic, and rot. Abram kicked through the final door and stepped into a nightmare.

Not guarding—listening. “You feel it too,” Mia whispered, her voice rough. He nodded once, not looking at her. “Day Four.” The words were enough to wake the others. Lysandra stirred with a shiver, her hands glowing faintly as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Kael stretched, but his movements were sharp and restless, like a caged beast pacing. Eryx sat cross-legged, his stones already hovering in a lazy orbit above his palms, their hum cutting the silence like a heartbeat.

Kevin’s voice was low, his hand brushing Samantha’s arm, the warmth of his touch grounding her, the dim light casting a faint glow on his face, the trail a shared journey, the chill a test of their bond. “Sam, the air feels… wrong,” Kevin said, his amber eyes narrowing, his voice a soft rumble that carried over the wind, the frost crunching under his boots, the petrified trees looming around them, the chill biting at his skin, the trail a challenge they faced together. “That hum—it’s the marrow god, isn’t it? We’re getting closer.” He adjusted his pack, the leather creaking softly, his claws twitching, the dim light catching the crescent ring on his finger, the petrified trees a stark remind