Sandman Audiobook Cast Novels & Stories

Granted, he’d been more than a little suspicious of Gary himself until the healer had worked so hard to save the lives of Elina and all the others who’d fended off Darkness’s earlier attack. “O jelä peje terád,” Sandu said. “Take the blood and hurry.” Damonq did as the ancient suggested, practically inhaling the sustenance. Sandu’s blood was like a punch of sheer power, filling him with strength. He murmured his thanks and sank down beside Elina. She slipped her hand into his, surprising him. In spite of the shield he’d put around her to distance her from what was taking place, she was still very much aware. “Are you all right?”

Elias asked, his voice tinged with concern. Samantha shook her head, trying to clear the fog from her mind. "I'm not sure," she replied, her heart pounding in her chest. "But something feels... wrong." Before Elias could respond, a voice echoed through the forest, sending shivers down Samantha's spine. It was a voice unlike any she had ever heard—cold, and yet strangely alluring. "Welcome, travelers," the voice said, its words dripping with malice. "I've been expecting you."

Samantha recoiled, her Void-Iron sword clattering to the floor. "This isn't over!" Samantha screamed, her form beginning to blur into mist as the manor’s ceiling finally began to cave in. "The Altar is a grave, Audrey! I'll see you in the Neutral Zone!" Samantha vanished just as a massive oak beam crashed down where she had been standing. Audrey turned to the hearth. Terren was pinned beneath the rubble. The violet light had left his eyes, leaving him small and broken. He looked up at her, a moment of clarity returning to his gaze.

Without even waiting for one second to pass, he recovered and prepared himself for another attack. But before he could even advance, a shout stopped us from fighting. "What are you guys doing?!" Ambrosio immediately twisted his head to see who shouted. But I didn't need to. That loud and high-pitched voice I came to hate for how many years was so acquainted to me I have memorized it. "Natyaramona," Ambrosio welcomed our cousin. I exhaled and smoothly fixed my top-wear before gazing into Nat. I grinned when I saw two familiar faces behind her.

Tulani had suddenly sobered up and was standing up straight and giving his sister a daring look. Luyando searched every inch of her anatomy and finally managed to conjure up a smile. Patting the four year old on the head she said, “Hi Sean. It’s finally nice to meet you.” Sean smiled back at his aunt, only able to see what was happening with her lips and not with her eyes. Luyando’s fiery gaze could light up a whole village. “We need to pass,” Natasha finally spoke. Luyando gave her nemesis a look of indignation before stepping aside.

Bummer he wasn't in the right mind. “Idiots.” Damion hissed darting out into the night. No doubt already hunting down an innocent creature out of spite. He was just a bloodthirsty killer. Even I have boundaries I never crossed. Looking down at the girl. Her blonde hair was tangled from the floor yet she still remained cold. Her power probably had something to do with that. For all I know she could always be cold. Eric rubbed his hands together, opening a portal to the dreadful castle. “This will be such fun.” His cheery voice was still sharp leaving me stung.

Samantha stated as Karisa was nodding at her. “Take your time, Sam. You know I will be here,” Karisa replied, looking at the book that her brother Sebastian used to read whenever he had the time for himself. The title was A Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne. Samantha never knew that Karisa was a Vernian. Huh, interesting indeed, Samantha mused as she smiled, remembering her reclusive brother who was probably busy with his duties as the doctor of the pack as well as an official of the Shadow Pack. Samantha blinked her eyes when she remembered the information that Karisa told her earlier.

Ethan was the best assistant Azazel could ever ask for. “Hold on,” Azazel grabbed his sweatpants and put them on. Zipping himself up in his outer suit, he fisted the phone and clicked on the email notification. He opened the report while paying attention to Ethan’s words, “Those bodies belong to people called Samantha and Elias Lundy, daughter- and son-in-law of George Lucas,” Ethan’s words made no sense to Azazel. “Are they significant? Are they somehow connected to Iris and Damien?” Azazel sat back on the bed with spread legs raking his fingers through his hair.

The person on the other side of the phone used a voice changer. “Who are you?” Samson remained calm and asked coldly. “You don’t have to care about who I am. 1 a.m. Scrapyard.” That man laughed. It was followed by the sounds of two people crying. “They should be your babies, right? Twins. So adorable.” Samson took a deep breath. ‘Weren’t the children with Natalie and Elly? How did they end up being kidnapped together with Cosmo?’ “You’d best start praying that you can bear the consequences,” Samson said coldly, and his expression was so gloomy that he looked like he wanted to kill someone.