Sahel The Sandwing Novels & Stories

I hear his voice guiding me, “Savannah, walk through the forest with me” Suddenly I’m barefoot, walking through a pine forest. I hear a wolf howling. I know that howl, it’s my wolf. It’s Sahara. “Sahara, I’m coming girl”. The howls become more panicked. She’s trapped. I start running towards her. She’s calling for me, frantically.

The night sky stretched infinitely above them as they soared, far from the Mariswyn estate. Caelia clung to the warm, ridged scales beneath her, but the shield of still air surrounding them kept her safe, untouched by the wind. She peeked cautiously downward, expecting to see the rolling hills and forests of her former home. Instead, an endless expanse of golden sand already spread beneath them, its dunes passing like frozen waves under the moonlight.

Pelin seethed. The sand rumbled again beneath our feet, louder this time. “Now run!” I screamed, grabbing Pelin’s hand and clasping it tight. She didn’t hesitate anymore. We took off across the dunes, boots sinking into the shifting ground, breath ragged from the heat. Behind us, the sand cracked open with a deep, thunderous roar. Scorpio the massive scorpion emerged from the depths, crawling forward on its grotesque, skeletal limbs. Its long, spindly legs moved with a disturbing rhythm, each step sending a shiver down my spine. It didn’t attack right away, no, that would’ve been too merciful.

In fact, she maintained her speed, for time was her enemy today – more than anything else. As the shaking of the ground she was running tripled, Sylvia the Angry used the pile of corpses in her way by using it to increase her momentum. The moment she reached the top of the three-meter pile, she jumped. On cue, the ground of what used to be the arena’s stage cracked open and her familiar roared its presence. Her gryphon, a gigantic beast which was part lion and part hawk, immerged from the ground. As her body freefall, her familiar caught her on time. Now, Sylvia was now riding her gryphon which switched from running to flying the next second.

Remmy's POV "And you're sure what you're saying is accurate? Because if you're in any way mistaken—" "I know what I heard, Sarathiel!" My eldest sister, still swaddled in the light of her Grace and tethered to the Host, frowned at my gruffness. As an Archangel, Sarathiel's wings were that of a bird of prey, specifically, that of the Eurasian eagle-owl, dressed in bold russet stripes like layers in sandstone. She kept them pressed close to her shoulders, disguising them as a fantastical shawl around her wide shoulders. Her dreadlocks swayed in the wintery breeze, and she tucked an errant lock behind a pierced ear.

’ ‘I do not think stealth is possible for this, sand makes a sound when walked upon, and you cannot fly, so what you choose to do should be enlightening and hopefully exciting’ Fafnir replied before going silent. ‘Great, you give me problems but no solutions’ Rex grumbled, looking for possible entry points, from where he was, he could not see any sign of Azulthaël, so turning back, Rex slid down the dune and moved around until he guessed one-quarter of the circle in distance from his last position and climbed once more, slowing at the top and peeking over, ‘Shit, is this the wrong nest, or has he been eaten?’

It concentrated on Eve's fire, seeming to recognise its equal. Jenna speculated that it may be related to the storm of sand, as it appears from nowhere, yet they emerge as shadowy ghosts with no individual pattern, but it has two eyes and two ears. It was an odd creature that none of them had ever seen before—a Sandjinn, a hybrid combination of several animals. And was about twice the size of a human. However, their bodies had been concocted and forged out of two different species. A serpent-like creature with scaly wings rises from its shoulders with enormous horns on a grossly, disproportionately broad eagle head. Though it has a human-like body with flaming eyes. It seemed like they came

Note: The sentences inside the parentheses would be their thoughts. Soheila clapped her hands to avoid remembering what happened. The six birds instantly straightened their backs when Soheila looked at them. As if right now, they are training. They felt like the Soheila in front of them is entirely different. Her aura screams a leader, chief, a commander. Soheila and the six birds were on the sand away from the ship. The sun is scorching Up to the sky facing Soheila and the six birds, making them sweat.

The heat of the sun hung heavy in the air, but it was the biting sting of the sand against her skin that kept Sena awake. Each shift in the wind seemed to carry whispers of pain and regret, carried on the backs of the cursed Mute Wolves, who could neither speak nor shift fully. She was one of them—one of the cursed, chained to the barren Scarlet Sand Wasteland, working endlessly for those who ruled over her kind with indifference.

"Just take the water and the children!" Behind us, the dunes were moving. It wasn't the wind. The Sand Stalkers were closing in, their long, spindly legs clicking rhythmically against the hard packed earth. In the moonlight, they looked like a forest of moving needles. We kicked the horses into a gallop. The Silver Weaver led the way, her sand-colored silks flying behind her like a banner. She wasn't riding a horse; she was gliding just inches above the ground, her feet churning the sand into a golden mist.