Sandman Horror Novels & Stories

We continue up the hill, but all stop and look down, eyes widening in horror at what lays on the other side. The grass at the bottom of the hill is not the lush green it normally is this time of year, the same as the green we saw coming up. No. Instead it is stained red and brown. Flesh and torn human limbs and remains litter the ground in an almost perfect circle. Pack members at the bottom of the hill, toss more and more clothes and limbs onto the pile. Gathering the human remains to be burned. Iselyn hooks a finger through one of the jeans belt loops and pulls me to her. Then proceeds to tug me a little ways away from the group.

His eyes directed to his clients and to his horror, he saw them piled up creating a big mountain, blood poured over their dead bodies. Samael’s menacing laugh echoed in the room, his figure looming on the walls as he went out from the side, dragging his long dark cloak. He faced Lucas to meet his eyes and slowly lifted his hand, marbles of flames flow through it dropping to the pile of corpse, creating an enormous fire towering over Lucas as he watched from where he stood screaming but making no sound.

Lockhart's face was a mask of pure horror and agony before he took his last shuddering breath. I admit they’re good but not as good as me. I peeked at the small gap of the closed window beside me and a triumphant smile blooms through my face. They’d just walk on a trap. Now, for the fun part of the evening. •••

She wondered if she just laid here forever if eventually the earth would reclaim her and the moon goddess would welcome her soul into the moon's light. Her vision blurred as she opened her eyes again, but Chloe managed to focus on the naked tree branches above her right before a terrifying face filled her vision. The sight of bloodshot brown eyes and ratty looking beard had the blonde's breath sticking in her throat and her eyes widening in horror. She tried to get away from the putrid smell of stale alcohol and cigarette smoke but giant hands grabbed her in a vice like grip before hauling up. "What do we have here?" The man sneered. "You should be more careful when shooting a rifle. You nev

Mina whispered, fear creeping into her voice as her back pressed against the wall. Samantha’s eyes gleamed with madness. She leaned closer, her breath cold against Mina’s cheek as she whispered darkly, “Today, I’m going to tell you a little of my secret… because by the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to tell anyone.” She ended with an evil wink, her lips twisting into a grin that made Mina’s entire body tremble." I killed the late Luna, and then sold her child" Mina’s heart pounded violently as realization dawned — Samantha wasn’t just angry. She was dangerous.

The spines were all faded to one degree or another, and most of them looked antique. “Sure as hell not her porn stash, but that would be far less incriminating,” he remarked, taking out a black-bound book with gold lettering. The title read, “SAMPA VARGR” in huge letters that resembled runes. She recognized vargr from one of Darian's titles. It meant “wolf.” Hunter offered her the book, and she flipped through its pages, her heart pounding as the meaning of sampa became clearer with each successive illustration. Huge bipedal wolves were being slaughtered in every way possible, each grotesque method culminating in a silver dagger through the heart. “Why does Sandra have a book on how to hunt

"The Sanctuary is close!" The corrupted closed in, their whispers now audible, sinister murmurs that distorted reality. Visions flirted at the edges of Sama Arthur's perception – reflections of possible futures, distorted pasts, all blending in a grisly harmony of chaos. She fought to maintain her focus, to keep the protective light around them, fed by a mother's despairing will. "They're trying to break our minds!" Gloria cried, her own voice trembling as she struggled to maintain her own mental wards. "Don't listen to the whispers!"

So, I killed him, stashed his phone, and used it to send that murder threat, giving Jacob his opening. Under my conditioning, Jacob was no longer satisfied with torturing animals. He craved human blood, so I gave him the chance, and sure enough, he didn't disappoint me. Jacob's face twisted with mounting terror, and he gasped for air. "Oh, sorry. I almost forgot you are allergic to pollen." I looked at the fresh flowers in the room, stood, and picked up the trash bag. "I guess you rushed out without your meds, right? I'm heading out."

I set the phone down beside the obsidian runes and turned back to the vision. Lucas’s aura flickered around him in the water—light corrupted by darkness, gold tinged with black. The corruption was spreading faster than I anticipated. Every time he got closer to Bennett, it grew. Every time he failed to protect himself, it deepened. Soon Lucas would come crawling to me, begging for help. And eventually, when the bond cracked wide open, I would harvest its energy and drink it down like the finest wine. Two Alpha souls, twisted into madness and need? That kind of power could tear kingdoms apart.

His arm stayed tight around her, her head resting on his shoulder. “What did you face?” Hunter asked quietly. “Claustrophobia. Darkness,” He cursed under his breath. “Glad I got a taste of you. Your scent led me straight there.” Marcus stumbled upon Samantha first, then Kaden managed to dig up Dana. The clock was ticking, and Brian was tearing through the last cemetery, frantic. Ebony whispered prayers under her breath, her voice trembling. Callum let out a booming laugh. “No gods are going to save you, sweetheart,” almost pitying. Time was up. They were hauled back.