Sandman Novels & Stories

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

“A-And who is that––that who inhabits the other realm?” Samantha’s lips tightened. “The personification of my curse, Mors,” she suddenly placed a finger across her lips. “You should never speak its name or your soul will be hunted.” Her light steps towards Kathleen and the way she held her freezing hands made the woman freeze even more. “Your hands are usually warm, but I quite understand,” she whispered and looked directly in her eyes. “Just underneath our minimal perception lies another world—a world humans shouldn’t know; the world where I belong and it calls me again. This is the only safe place to where I can speak about them... about those dreadful creatures,” Samantha’s shoulders sett

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

It seemed so strange, but I had recently seen werewolves in my backyard and a mind-erasing army guy. "Why yes, I did. They call me The Sandman. Isn't that clever? It's way more humane than other forms of fighting, don't you think?" He yawned loudly. "How do you know someone is, uh, idimmu? I mean, how does their aura look?" I asked, afraid he was going to end our conversation at any moment and leave me alone in this dungeon. "Well, their aura changes when they use their gift. Usually, people have one strong color tinged with other colors depending on their mood. When idimmu use their gifts, they become multicolored, usually just two or three dominant colors, a

The night sky was quiet and empty, the darkness in his soul was now gone, the feelings of love and peace returned to him, and he stood up, glancing at his side, he saw a silver glittering lamptern, stretched towards him, the face of the person unknown. "Here, take it!" Wandering what it was, Malison turned as his gaze was fixed on his friend. "Come on Mal, take it!" A soft voice spoke in a breath, like a gentle breeze blowing through the air. Its soft touch ruffling his mind, as it spread through his soul, touching his heart, the silver glow of the lamp lit up his eyes, the warm yellow light of the moon reflected upon his heart; as he bowed his head towards the man with his hand extended to

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

He said with a kiss on River's neck and shoulders. He and River hadn't had an intersection for a few days so he was eager to claim her again. He never got tired of River's body even though he didn't know much about sex. For him, River was his safe haven. River was his sanctuary where he felt peace when he was next to her and cuddling her. Despite every time he comes from the chaotic world that evil calls the black underworld, River is the one he wants to see and go home for. If for River it is a safe zone where she lives, for him River is his safe place. Whenever River takes good care of him and Spawn, he feels the silence and calmness next to her. He feels at peace whenever she is his compa

' 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

Entramos no carro de Helenice e ela conduziu-nos até uma pracinha que fica perto de onde estávamos. Sentámo-nos num banco e comecei a explicar-lhe: - Sander é apenas um fantoche na mão de um espírito maligno que só se manifesta quando ele olha para um espelho. Se Sander se olhar ao espelho e se os seus olhos de cruzarem com os de outra pessoa ou de outras pessoas nesse mesmo espelho, ele consegue ver o seu interior, a sua alma, a sua dimensão não palpável, a mais oculta. Ele vê os medos, os receios, os sonhos, as dores.

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