Sandman 소설 & 이야기

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.

“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.”

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

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.

It had gotten so late so fast. “Kaldar...” This time it was her voice that was a mere whisper. I had gotten so lost in her the lively scent of her hair I had forgot to hold the urge back. I groaned as I let go of her body, pressing the back of my hands to my eyes as I felt the beastly aura awaken within me. “Kaldar?” Dawn’s voice had turned into one filled with horror . I could hear myself growl, a strange electric tingle settling behind my teeth as my canines elongated.

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

' 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 nodded, letting her know that what she said was true. "Can... will...I have my memories, too?" Sandra whispered. "Keeping your memories or letting go of it is purely your choice, Sandra. If you want to keep your memories, you will have them." Samantha placed her hand in Sandra's hand and closed her eyes. "I bestow upon thee the phoenix's grace, With tears that cleanse and heal, embrace. A rebirth granted, a better way, A soul renewed, stronger each day." Samantha said the words out loud, and as soon as she opened her eyes, a very beautiful and large phoenix hovered above Sandra and let out a loud cry. Just as its teardrop touched Sandra, she glowed bright and faded.

"Samantha, I've always wanted what's best for you. If there's another path that aligns with your heart, I won't stand in your way. Tell me, what do you want?" Samantha looked into Adrian's eyes, torn between duty and the unknown. The moonlight cast a gentle glow on their faces, capturing the delicate moment suspended in time. As Samantha pondered her response, a distant howl echoed through the night, resonating with an otherworldly intensity. The sound carried a cryptic message, leaving both Samantha and Adrian unsettled. The air around them seemed charged with an unspoken tension as if the very essence of the forest held secrets yet to be unveiled. The moon, witness to countless tales, bath

Dust settled like snow. Above us, Varyn House hummed softly—pleased, or plotting. And Samantha Whitaker—unemployed, unfed, unfiltered—fell asleep in a vampire’s arms, wrapped in velvet, regret, and the faint, impossible rhythm of a heart relearning how to beat.