Sandman Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

A shaft of golden light erupted into the firmament. I was past the point of consciousness. Drowning in a saint's dream. Samael's eyes peered back at me from beneath his dusky crown. They were ice blue, like the heart of a flame. I gasped, caught in the viper's grip. The world deadened around me: all there was was his song, the heady scent of woodsmoke, rain, and the fires of creation. He shed any pretense of humanity.

Moonlight spilled across the floor, soft and silver. Sleep came slowly. But when it did, it came like a storm. --- The dream began in silence. Then came the growl. Low. Mournful. Agonized. Lydia stood in a cavernous room, lit only by flickering torches mounted to cold, damp stone walls. Chains hung from the ceiling like twisted vines. The air was thick with the scent of blood, smoke, and damp fur. Every breath burned in her lungs. Ahead of her stood a cage—its black iron bars warped into jagged, unnatural angles. And behind them…

Forbidden I repeat. It stares back at me, haunting, demeaning. Yet I cannot bring it in me to let it go. I will never kneel before a man, but why does this sketch speak otherwise? I throw my notepad into my box as if it burns, and zip the bag so quickly like anyone could come in any minute from now and see how far gone I have become.

In the center, on a raised pedestal, lay a magnificent tome bound in ethereal materials, its pages shimmering. Dupree, in awe, whispered, "The Celestial Codex." Approaching the tome, a rush of emotions flooded me. Grief, hope, determination. With trembling hands, I opened the Codex. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, shifting constellations, and detailed diagrams of various realms. Lysandra, leaning in to study a particular page, said, "Here. This realm... it's resonating with the same energy as the vortex. I believe this is where Seraphina is."

She felt like a storm. Behind them, the ruins seemed to shrink, the jaundiced yellow of Elder Lee’s influence replaced by the lingering, celestial glow of the sisters’ auras. The silver and the gold. “I’m coming for you, Ava,” Samantha whispered into the gale, her voice carrying a frequency that bypassed the physical world and struck the very heart of the Deep Place. “Hold onto the light. Mommy is becoming the monster they're afraid of.” They disappeared into the dark, three figures against the apocalypse, leaving behind the Echo of the Blood for the promise of the Fire.

seduce her. Dark. I enter the room after the conversation with Claus, it is dark and I see Cristal lying on the bed half dressed, she seems to be sleeping, but as soon as I fully enter she turns to see me, she smiles shyly but I ignore her, she stirs uncomfortable and whispers “Are you angry with me?...” I don't answer, it's not about being just angry or not, one of my men just lost his life and it pisses me off.

her eyes beamed, looking at him. “So be it. I will only come back here if I can already wield magic on my own.” “Definitely, because Ahldrin will train your hand-to-hand combat skills.” He nodded. And in just a blink, Aserah disappeared. Eleand gently shook his head while staring blankly at the book in his hand. What could be its content? He was curious. Eleand did not hesitate to open the book. The line in his forehead deepened when the pages of the book became visible. There was an illustration on the first page, a silhouette of a wolf in a clear black ink. There were inscriptions he could not understand, and they looked ancient.

Slate gave her a thankful smile and then said, “I won’t need to sleep long.” She returned the smile, and he sank down, rolling onto his side so he was looking away from her. Nya took a deep breath and tried not to stare at his muscular back. Soon, his breathing began to even out, and she knew he was asleep. Pulling her eyes away, she focused on the dancing flames of the fire and wondered if those soldiers of Beelzanborg defending the Heart of Magic had any idea what they were about to face. The flames that danced before her were created by magic, a magic the man sleeping next to her embodied. If he was given the opportunity, he could reduce every single one of the soldiers to the tiny pieces

A sense of foreboding creeps over her, unsettling her to the core. In particular, the last entry reveals a weighty revelation. As Selena scrutinizes the words, the truth unfolds before her eyes. The author of this journal is a Merfilk, a former human who has undergone the transformative process of becoming a merfolk. The implications of such knowledge send a shiver down Selena's spine. It is a secret that holds both danger and uncertainty, demanding her immediate attention.