Sandman Audiobook Cast Novels & Stories

Cassandra frantically picked up her dagger and pointed it at the general direction of the voice. "Who is it?!" The ground seemed to move and rolled towards them. For a moment, she thought they were facing the Drek or the Groundsler again, but then it stopped a good distance away. The earth collapsed as if a mole was trying to crawl out. At last, a head popped up. Cassandra let out a shriek and was ready to throw the knife. "Wait!" the voice said. "I'm not an enemy. I'm a friend." A man with short arms and shoulders pulled himself out of the hole. He was the same height as Owlyn. His long dark hair was braided, and so was his beard.

Instead, she got up and laughed as she walked closer to Tristan. "You asked for me, Mr. Stein. Give me my precious employee, and you get all your money back. Then, your existence as a race that has never been publicized will remain safe. You will continue to conduct your business in a legally controlled manner." Carol White said as she touched Tristan's face, brought their lips together, and kissed Tristan. "You're ... a she-wolf too?!" *** Samantha could barely hear the noise within the structure. For some reason, Samantha immediately felt that everything around her had become incredibly silent, with not even the sound of the wind audible. As a result, she could hear all the sounds in the d

Lucien whispered, almost reverently, “So it begins.” And then the marble cracked beneath their feet. A voice — faint, hoarse, beautiful — rose inside Soren’s chest: “Soren… I’m not gone yet.” Travian. Soren’s lips parted in a breathless, broken laugh. “Then let’s finish this together.” The Sanctum trembled. Light and shadow collided, ruin and rebirth entwined — and at the heart of it all, love burned brighter than godhood. The cycle would not end quietly.

she whispered back in agreement and they shared a short kiss. "You guys know I heard all that whispering right?" Audrey interrupted and Samantha looked at her surprised "really?" She asked and Audrey nodded "yep, werewolves have really sharp hearing and we can also link our minds and speak to each other. Crazy right?" She replied and Samantha nodded in awe "it's crazy and cool" she said and they both laughed while Dominic just smiled; he was glad that she was finally getting comfortable with everything about them. Samantha turned to him and smiled mischievously, "so does that mean we can mind link?" She asked and he smiled "we'll see about that later on" he replied and waved at both women b

Her last thought was that she was going to die and never see Sam or Addi again as darkness descended on her mind. “Amber.” The voice sounded like it was coming to her through a tunnel. Amber forced her eyes open. Blinked. She was on her feet, crouched, one hand braced in on the ground as her head whipped from side to side. “Amber, relax. You’re okay.” “Loki?” Amber thought, her head cocked from side to side as she adjusted to the newness inside her. “No, not exactly. You did it.” The voice sounded like Loki, almost. But was deeper, more a rumble in her head now. “We are one. How do you feel?”

the double whispered, turning into light, flowing back into June’s chest. Suddenly, she felt the weight of her heart return, her strength soaring. Her armor vanished—she was herself again: completely, beautifully human. Samuel stood at the bridge’s edge. His galaxy eyes spun so fast, they blazed white. The room was a storm of light and noise, people racing for the exit. “You think you’ve won?” Samuel hissed—his voice a grinding stones’ rasp. “If I can’t have my perfect library, I’ll have a graveyard. If the door can’t be locked, I’ll burn the house down.”

Then— a voice echoed from behind the shadows. Weak. Strained. But real. “Thomas…” Everyone froze. That voice— was Samuel. The real one. Then another crack of lightning. The shadows hesitated. Just for a second. Then Thomas turned. Slowly. The fake Samuels smiled wider. But the voice came again. Closer. “Don’t listen to them…” Then suddenly— a real figure stepped out of the darkness. Covered in burns. Blood on his arm. Breathing heavily. Samuel Reed.

“Did you really think the hunt ended here, Subject?” The voice didn't come from a person, but from the very shadows themselves. A recording, enchanted into the dark ether of the room, began to bleed into the air. It was Serene, the Shadow Mother. The sound was hollow, echoing with the distance of the dimension they had just vanished into, yet it felt as if she were standing right behind Samantha, breathing down her neck.

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

The faces in the sand were screaming now, begging us to stay, to give in, to let the Sandman have us. And then I saw him. The Sandman himself. He rose from the desert like a shadow given form. Tall, impossibly tall, with eyes that glowed like dying stars. His voice was the sound of wind over graves. "You broke my world, little glitch." He was looking at Mia. "I don't know what you're talking about," Mia said, but I could hear the fear in her voice. "You shattered the nightmares. Freed the prisoners. Defied my domain." He moved closer, and with each step, the temperature dropped. "I should erase you for that. But you're far too interesting."