Sandman 소설 & 이야기

Just as Aiden had ventured into a strange and dangerous land for his own gains, there was another who was doing the same. This person was a smallish old man who was slightly bent over a thin black cane. On his left hand were several ornaments; for each finger was adorned with a silver ring. He had short black hair with streaks of gray running through it. This man was one that was regarded as the most shrewd of the enemies that the Beastmen had to face. He wasn’t the strongest enemy there was, but if one asked any of the Beast Elders who they’d rather not face, they would mention this man’s name. This man was Elder Sand.

A variety of a dozen or so tents litter the small clearing. A small group is gathered around a fire, far off to our right, on the edge of the clearing, consisting of three Omegas Cody, David and Tony, and an Elder, Alazaer. The Omegas are each holding a glass beer bottle and seem to be taking turns trying to get Alazaer to laugh. However, each time, he just raises a thick gray eyebrow at them with a blank and unamused expression on his tan wrinkled face.

"I will pay passage for you to stay in this world in trade for your power. I request a lifetime of service of your power. In trade, you will be released into this world upon my death." Irma tilted her head. The bunny ears flopped to the side as she thought. "I accept." She purred. I held my hands out. My fingertips spread out with my palms exposed. Irma matched my pose with her long claws sticking out above my hand. The orange dust from the chips and the chocolate from the pudding still smeared the points. "I, Alaina of the Grey House, accept the power from Irma, Destroy of Worlds." I said. "I, Irma, Destroyer of Worlds, freely give my power to Alaina of the Grey House." Irma hissed.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

My body tingled, the familiar warmth flowed through me as I held onto it letting the energy cover my whole body, healing my sore bones when I had enough I let go the energy burst into the atmosphere like tiny confetti as it went up in black flames till it disappears My body felt stronger like a wolf under a full moon. I smiled, pushing my honey blonde hair behind her ears as I slid my hand through the cover. I turned the pages one after the other carefully. If the pace was increased it would tear; I had learned that the hard way. Letting the book settle on the page I had in mind PORTALS; there were three types: time, realms and places. The hardest to pull off was the time, there was no black

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.

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!

There were cords which ran from the tangled image, stretching from it one way upward and the other down into the depths of the library's hidden chambers. 'What is he doing?' She watched him as he took a breath and slowly exhaled. As he did, there came a faint glow from beneath his palm. He removed his hand from the patterned wall, and she saw the shimmering light like liquid gold as it began to fill the carvings of a careful craftsman. The light flowed from the center of the pattern, making its way through the channels to the outside of the detailed stonework and out through the cords, carried by them in either direction. There was a strange warmth to this beautiful light, and it was as a ri

Aíma, Órasi, Fos, Fotiá" "The blood of your guardian, Eyes of deception, Light of the moon, Fire of the sun. Craft me a key to undo the shackles. Craft me a key to unlock your locks. Craft me a key to release your hold. Blood, Sight, Light, Fire"

Halfway in, big black letters jump out. VEMOD. “Dominate vessels, take any face, any voice. Feeds on fear and lust. My hands go ice cold but then I hear footsteps in the hall. I shove the book inside my shirt, tuck it in my waistband, and stand just as the door opens. Samantha steps in carrying dirty sheets. She freezes when she sees me. “Oh. I thought the room was empty. I came to get the laundry.” I don’t move. “Just finishing up.”