Sandman Game Stories Novels & Stories

At one point, Montez leaned subtly toward her, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “Why does he look at you like that?” Her breath caught. “You’re imagining things.” But Montez’s hand tightened over hers beneath the table, his suspicion unrelenting. Yanov raised his glass. “To partnerships,” he said. “Old and new.” Crystal clinked around the table. But when Yanov’s gaze locked with Amira’s across the rim of his glass, the message in his eyes was unmistakable. Amira’s stomach knotted as she forced herself to sip her wine. They were bound by a secret past that should never come to light. The most dangerous game had just begun.

Two souls, the other by which a mortal princess and the one who is the immortal God, from Yin and Yang, the love that was created, the two souls that pave the way for the dimensions, their shattered hearts, their souls created the 7 Books. “To the sin of this world, move forward, but look back, in the game that was manipulated from the start, change your loop and wake up, before it’s too late.” With the howling whisper as the weakest and coldest voice echoes. The seven books had finally made their way, as each book is predestined to own one of the sins. Now as HE created the dolls and the worlds alternating the original, the chess game HE is playing is setting everything to his desire.

“I’m entertaining myself. Sharon made choices, and now she’ll live with the consequences. I’ll drag her through hell until I get bored.” Sandra gave me a long, searching look. “I don’t see the point in all this cruelty unless…” She paused. “…unless you want her back.” Then I barked a laugh. “Are you insane?” “It’s the only thing that makes sense,” she said calmly. “Your obsession—” I slammed my hand on the table. “Do not mistake interest for obsession.” She didn’t back down. “Then what do you call it?” “I call it a game,” I growled. “And nothing more.”

I stood beside them and laughed my heart out. A thousand of Gideon's soldiers waited for him outside the city. We said our goodbyes early that night and made a pact to see each other the following day. … On the day we left the capital, the northern wind howled. Gideon sat atop a tall horse, and his soldiers stood in formation behind him. It was a majestic sight. I'd never seen this side of Gideon before, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. Life in Morbeck wasn't as lively as it had been in the capital, but there was something unique about the culture there.

The name tasted familiar. Old. She had heard it in passing during the war. A name attached to cold strategy and colder faith. "Where is she?" Luna asked. The man hesitated. Luna's crescent flared. He flinched. "The Sanctum," he said quickly. "Three days north. In the old quarry. She… she is preparing a rite. A binding. She said if we could not bring the boy, we should bring proof of his death. To close the line."

It showed that he had just added me successfully. [Not bad! Jason took first place.] The group chat was as lively as a party. Everyone waited for Samuel to pay up. For a moment, the group chat went quiet. Then Samuel sent Jason a transfer of five thousand dollars to Jason. [My name is Samuel Sanders, and I am a man of my word.] The group chat burst into cheers. That five-thousand-dollar transfer made the game feel even more real. Everyone knew Samuel and I had been together for five years. I laughed at myself. It turned out that even five years of relationship could have a price tag placed on it.

At least far more interesting than the story I heard yesterday at the antique auction, is this one, I thought. I became uneasy when he described how two werewolves broke their fated mate promise and unleashed a terrible calamity. The narrative was too visceral and realistic. Every time I hear the story, it seems to tighten my heart, so I don't want to listen to it anymore. It felt odd, as though I had also lived through the same narrative. She continued, "And it all began with the Grimoire." "Grimoire?" I asked, intrigued. This Grimoire seemed to be at the center of all the odd occurrences.

The healer’s wing was quieter than usual. Morning light pressed softly through the windows, warming the sheets around her. Samantha sat with the leather-bound journal Adrian gave her the day before, its weight steady in her hands. She opened to the first full story she hadn’t yet read. The ink was old but clear, tales of wolves who crossed borders, defeated ancient threats, forged unlikely alliances. Yet every so often, a phrase tugged at her, familiar in a way she couldn’t explain.

“Do you know what this is going to cost you when the beast finds out?” I asked her immediately. I struggled to get out of their hands, but it seemed like it was no good. Tania began to cackle in a sinisterly tone, out of the blue. She leaned in with her hand pounding the wall beside me. “He won’t.” She seethed. “This is a game, moreover. Of blood and bones.” “Eliminating anyone earns points, not the other way round.” Tania added. “We found that out.” Satandra seethed, with an evil glint.

", I muffle as she rides me like her life depends on it. "Sir, is everything ok?" he asks on the call. She wants to play these kinds of games huh? We’ll see if you can handle this. "Y... yes, mfhm", I say, grunting to silence my moans. I wet my fingers and rubbed them against her clit. She gasps loudly and gives me pleading eyes to stop while holding my hand. I take the phone away a bit. “Will you be a good girl and let daddy answer his call?”, I whisper.