Sandman Horror Novels & Stories

It was so liberating for him, that little by little and without realizing it, he began to shout it. "I am not a monster! I am not a monster!" He was screaming, louder and louder. Convinced for some strange reason that he was not a freak. Jonah ran out of his house and screamed that he was not a monster. He was running so fast that he had to hold Alma's head in his hand so that it wouldn't bother him. The people who saw him pass by looked at him strangely, his presence provoking disgust. But the children were afraid to see him. They wondered in their innocent little minds who was that strange little man, who possessed the color of the night and carried on his shoulder a strange head?

A shrill, terrifying scream split through everyone's eardrums. "Who dares touch my darling Alison?!"

I looked at her, and she was completely shocked. "What do you mean by that?" I asked as my fear increased by the second. Finn sneered at me, giving a look of disgust and then a smirk of victory. "Where is my son Adrian? Where is Luna Tamia? What have you done to them!" Samantha yelled. Suddenly, a strange aura swept across the room. It was from Samantha, and she was seething. I recalled her telling me she was a Silver Wolf, her aura was something truly unique and different, something I had never felt before.

It lifts him off the ground “No” I’m screaming over and over again, “don’t do this.” But the monster won’t stop. Zac doesn’t know what’s happening but he can tell by the worry in my voice that something is wrong. The monster lets out a ferocious roar before biting Zac’s arm off and swallowing it. Zac lets out a painful scream before fainting, than the monster swallows him whole.

“Sampson, please don't do this. We both know there is another way.” Sampson actually looked sorry. “Nate, I have direct orders. Maybe if—” The other two guys left behind Samson were jolted into the dark forest. Samson spun around, pulling a gun that must have been tucked in the back of his jeans. The shadows shifted, but never stepped into the moonlight. The men who grabbed me started to pull me backwards, away from the trees. “Who did you call?” Sampson accused Nathan. Nathan reached down and grabbed a lone branch from the ground, having lost his weapons much earlier. His still naked chest made it obvious he didn't have any hidden. “I didn't call anyone.”

Horror blooms inside at not being able to tell whether my eyes were open or closed. ​I turn quickly and Sassy follows. I round the corner and light fills in a few spots of the darkness, retaking its place as shops and small homes come into sight. I lean against the wall, shielding myself from an attack from behind as my lungs fill themselves once more with the air they'd been deprived of in that moment. I look around, desperate to reassure myself that I could see things around me. There was light here; it was okay to be here.

Samantha Lykos felt it in her bones. Sam stood at the ravine’s edge, her bare feet sinking into the cool, loamy soil. Her auburn hair, streaked with silver that caught the moon’s eerie glow, whipped around her face as she hefted a boulder the size of a bear cub. With a grunt, she hurled it over the cliff. It crashed below with a thunderous crack, splintering into jagged shards among the ferns. A flock of ravens erupted from the trees, their screeches piercing the stillness. Her muscles burned, a sweet ache that steadied her racing mind. At twenty, she was lean but corded with strength, her green eyes sharp as she scanned the horizon. The moon painted her scar—a thin, pale line across her lef

Samantha POV The Sanctuary did not explode. Which, frankly, felt rude. After everything—Silas ripping reality like a cheap zipper, Sébastien emotionally detonating centuries of unresolved trauma, me discovering I could rewrite metaphysics like deprecated code—I had expected at least a small collapse. A chandelier falling. A wall melting. Something cinematic. Instead, the Sanctuary did what all terrifyingly competent systems do after a catastrophic event. It rebooted. Soft gold light replaced the angry red. The crystalline veins dimmed to a warm, steady pulse. Somewhere deep in the manor, something chimed—polite. Cheerful. Like a server confirming that yes, the apocalypse had been successfull

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

As soon as she closed her eyes, the dream continued like it was waiting for her to come back to the subconscious world. Amara shuddered with fear as if she was the part of the dream to see the vampire again. The moment his feet landed on the soil of Hamster, the birds making merry in the air of the blue sky made a preternatural chirrup flying away. The dogs howled as if a huge calamity is going to befall. The ether which appeared bright with rays of sun suddenly turned dark with loud thunders. Within a few seconds there was an outpour of rain as if the heaven was also moarning for the origin of disaster in the city.