Audible Sandman: Act 4 Novels & Stories

Panic fills me immediately and I take a step back moving out of it's reach as white wisps like flow upwards towards my hands. "No, stay away" I tell it, fanning away the small billows that move towards me. Some manage to wrap around my feet and I feel as if the ground has someone become soft and sandy, Pulling me downwards. They continue to wrap, back and forth, hand and waist while I use my other to fan the smokey assailant, it's arms crumbling before reforming once more. I can't scream, voice stuck in my throat, sinking further into the quick sand that has become my room, until I'm fully covered and falling through thick darkness.

The sound echoes through the cavernous space, silencing the murmured conversations instantly. A figure stands in the doorway, backlit by morning sun that streams through like physical presence. For a heartbeat, everything is still. Then the air begins to move—currents stirring around us, carrying the scent of sage, sand, and something sharper, more metallic. A vortex of fine desert sand swirls into the hall, spiraling upward in defiance of gravity, sage smoke weaving through it in gray-white tendrils.

After what seems like a lifetime of emptiness and silence apart from the fucking dripping faucet, a loud screeching sound disperses through the room and I jump with fright – quickly regaining my composure, hoping that no one noticed. “Ahhh, my beautiful wife-to-be has returned to me.” I hear the sarcasm dripping from Sandros’ tone of voice that compels me to inhale a sharp breath. On what planet did I truly believe that I wouldn’t be forced to cross paths with him as long as he is still filling his lungs with air? Drip. Drip. Drip. “Remove the pillowcase from her head. I want to see my wife.” Sandro orders in his most prominent tone.

I knew they were not done with me. They were only getting started. I swallowed hard. My heart thumped against my ribs as echoes of his steps flooded my ears. The louder it grew, the faster my chest tightened. My breath caught in my throat as the steps multiplied. Dominating. Deadly. Terrifying. Heal. Elion. Kieran. Dark Sandalwood, fresh pine, and vanilla musk invaded my memory. My throat went numb. The footsteps stopped. I could hear the sound of an object in the air.

It’s like they could run away from you but command a tree to fall right at your post. Lucianna threw her hand midair, just above Natyaramona’s chest and a beaming orange smoke emerged from her hand. Everyone took a step back when Natyaramona gasped loudly, her eyes vented open with her pupils now red. “It was successful!” my aunt exclaimed. Two of my other cousins - those who also almost successfully transitioned - abruptly came to us and helped Natyaramona up. “B-blood…” Natyaramona asked, louder this time.

he muttered in an undertone. Meanwhile, the persistent ringing of the phone jolted Brandon awake from his sleep. Ruffling his hair, he slipped into his slippers and reached for the device he had left charging all night. While rubbing his bleary eyes, he scrolled through the messages. It was too dark, so he dragged down the notification panel and increased the brightness level. The minute he saw the headlines and the number of missed calls, he froze right there and then. "F*ck!" Brandon cursed, quickly scanning through the exposed photos.

“But our flashlights will certainly budged against the darkness. I couldn't found the switches either” “Let me use my fire.” Sebastian raised his hand. Within few seconds a considerable light had made their task a little convenient. They furthered their steps. “I can hear it.” Sebastian halted from walking. He closed his eyes in an attempt to focus his senses on the noise his ears had caught. Both Leo and Alpha Lachlan patiently waited for him to say more. “I can hear a child voice, weeping—” He suddenly stopped speaking. He can hear more than cries. There is a variety of noises that he can hear. “A kid is crying, some are laughing. I think they are having fun playing to. They're giggling.”

The sound of it reverberated through my bones. “I’m ready,” I whispered, and it wasn’t a whisper at all - it was a surrender. They shifted around me slowly, like a storm circling. Four bodies, four pairs of golden eyes, four wolves with teeth sharp enough to draw blood. Maddox’s thumb stroked the pulse hammering at my throat. Calder’s claws traced down my ribs, leaving no marks but promising them. Jax’s tongue flicked against my ear. Rafe stayed still, watching, the Alpha even here.

From the moment they were teleported by the portal out from the Plufwarts School of Spell, they had been in the midst of this desert land already. There was no danger at all initially, but in the fourth hour, they suddenly encountered a sandman. They had mentioned this right from the moment they met, so it was not a secret at all. "To only meet a sandman in the fourth hour… Could it be that the sandmen are actually the remains of the dead warlocks?" Steve murmured with a grim look in his eyes. If the Beguiler was really in a hiding and was trying to attack the warlocks present in the desert through enchanting sandman, it was weird that the sandman only appeared after four hours.

She sighed and shook her head. She held Sandra's hands above her head tightly with one of her hands, then placed the other one on her forehead. Since she still had consciousness; she would use hypnosis on her, "I don't have much time, Sandy. My white light would kill you if I tried to purify you with it, and killing you is out of the question. I need you to be good and follow me to the garden for a swim," Audrey whispered softly and watched as Sandra struggled to maintain her monster consciousness, but it looked like she was failing because her facial muscles were relaxing and her struggling was reducing. Audrey suddenly noticed her amulet glowing intensely and became alert. The danger was n