Sandman Horror Novels & Stories

Vivian screamed in horror as she saw them, gleaming in the moonlight. Sandilo retracted his claws and was by her side in the next instant. “Are you alright, Vivian?” “No! can’t you see that I am terrified?” Vivian said in a shaking voice. Sandilo gathered in a bear hug and held her close. “I am sorry, Vivian…” He whispered as he rubbed his nose against her bare neck. When Vivian’s breathing came back to normal, Sandilo said, “I can’t understand why…” “What is so difficult to understand. Human beings don’t turn into monsters on Earth. So, it is a given that I would be scared.” Vivian said indignantly.

Let's go, a little more! But before Sammy had taken a step, a noise was heard very close, a little to the side. A branch snapped, followed by a rustle. Someone was next to the girls. And headed straight for them. Chilling horror ran down her spine, but in the next moment Samantha almost fainted from horror - Leah screamed. Loud, heart-rending and piercing. Turning around, Sammy barely had time to make out a strange silhouette in the moonlight, like a wolf, when her friend yanked her arm with all her might and shouted hysterically:

A cloud of black mist appeared in front of Severin, revealing Horra's true form. Severin's heart thudded with fear when he witnessed the terrifying power emanating from Horra, as if there was an invisible hand choking his neck and drawing forth the hidden feelings of fear from his heart. His anxiousness continued to grow after he recognized the emblem of the Darkness Sacred Land on Horra's garments. "A half-immortal devil!" The nefarious individual waiting there for him must be avenging Tomos and Sachin. Severin's fluctuating expressions drew a condescending remark from Horra, "My name is Horra, and you will die by my hands!"

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."

"I summon thee, Azserroke, Demon of darkness. I ask for a trade. Take this life and trade it for that of Isabell Grey. Unite her body, mind, and soul once again. Bring them here to me." The runes glowed green again. The gasses in the jars broke, releasing scents of marshmallows and smoky ash into the air. Matei's mouth opened, the darkness from him seeped out of his body as his golden sliver of a soul rose out of his silent scream. As soon as the darkness left him, his horrified scream filled my ears. I clamped my hands to my ears. The forest flickered with darkness. Matei's body fell into a heap. The body vanished for a single instant and was replaced by one in white scrubs and dark hair. T

' Siri's voice sounds in my head and I nod at her. Gudrun grabs my hand tightly and dives towards the place where the light is. When we reach the treetop I see someone. It is the back of a young man. The body isn't grey like the silhouettes but clear as day, shining golden. He is down on all four, his face buried in his arms. His body starts to shake violently and with a crunching sound his back contorts. He screams heartbreakingly while his whole body twists and changes. When he lifts his face his eyes are green and his face is no longer human. As he stares at the big moon, he completes the grotesque change. The new hamram stands up, and I feel like it looks directly at me as it starts howl

Samantha leaned back against the pillows, exhaling slowly. A flicker, quick and sharp, flashed across her vision. A woman kneeling beneath a blood-red moon, eyes glowing silver, hands covered in dark ash. Samantha jerked forward, gripping the edge of the bed. The image vanished as quickly as it came. She swallowed, pressing her palm to her temple. “Not real,” she whispered to herself. “Just my imagination.” But the certainty wasn’t there. Trying to ground herself, she flipped to another page filled with sketches: wolves mid-shift, old territory maps, symbols she didn’t recognize. Her breathing steadied, though a faint tremor still lingered in her fingers.

He continued thrusting into her until she felt his cock jerking inside her as he filled her with his seed. Deep in the forest, just outside the borders of the Graystorm Pack, Sandrine staggered unsteadily through the trees before falling to the ground and lying there on a patch of grassy moss. Her clothes were filthy and disheveled, and her hair resembled a birds nest, with twigs and bits of leaves haphazardly sticking out from the matted clumps. Her smooth skin was covered in dirt and scratches that were oozing blood, but she hardly seemed to notice. But perhaps the most unusual thing about her appearance was her eyes, where her eyes had once been a deep ocean blue, they were now a lifeless

Sam stood in front of Shandra and ordered her to stand back as they both stared into Julian's demonic face. "You can end this torment anytime you want, Sam," the redhead's voice is much deeper and scarier than before. The black-haired man is back to his natural state, with thick skin, more twisted horns, and an absolutely fearsome appearance. "Don't lay a finger on the girl! Shandra takes two steps back and raises one of her hands. She doesn't have any spells on the tip of her tongue, but she doesn't want to look helpless either.

Book 1 The Shadow of the Haunter In the darkness of the night Waiting for the light to come When the demons in your mind Remind you of the damage done. Always talking, so much to say Like a haunting ghost from the grave And Heaven seems so far away. —Daughtry, Changes Are Coming * * Sometimes, things have a funny way to happen before you can even realize what on earth is going on. Hi, I’m exhibit A.