Sandman Novels & Stories

It seemed his suspicions were not unfounded. Dr. Sandman went on, "It was a poison called Amni Poison. While it's not lethal, it disrupts the memory nerves of the victim, causing them to forget the people and events they care about the most. Moreover, if the victim forcefully tries to recall those forgotten memories, it leads to intense heartache. It's like a barrier in their memory; breaking through it only causes unbearable pain."

She refused. He watched her die. And vowed to never love again. Selene staggered. “I need to destroy him,” she whispered. “You need to survive him,” Elias corrected. Sanctum Perimeter – Hours Before Dawn They reached the edge of the cliff. Below them, the sanctum cracked like a wound in the earth. Red lightning streaked the skies above it. The corrupted medallion floated midair, suspended in a sphere of shadow and bone. Darian stood below, arms outstretched, chanting in an ancient language no longer spoken by sane men.

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.

"Oh, Goddess! What did you say to him?" I groaned again. "Please, can we not talk about this right now?" "Okay, but you better tell me later." And that was when I prayed silently to Artemis that later would never come. I prayed that she'd just kill and burn me. --- Thanks for reading the preview of the next book in the series, Wolfborn! If you'd like to keep reading, please search for 'Wolfborn', now complete on Goodnovel. While this book does introduce some new characters, it also continues the story of Jasmine & Blake. Happy reading!

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!

He surges forward, teeth bared, and slams his palm against Lucious’s chest. A shockwave detonates. Light and shadow explode. And the sanctum collapses. The world goes white. Not gold. Not black. White—blinding, endless, swallowing everything in silence. For one breathless second, I think I’ve died. But then— The ground steadies. The light fades. The ringing in my ears gives way to the sound of water—soft, rhythmic, like waves against a distant shore. And when I open my eyes— The sanctum is gone.

Samantha leaned back against the pillows, exhaling slowly. A flicker, quick and sharp, flashed across her vision. A woman kneeling beneath a blood-red moon, eyes glowing silver, hands covered in dark ash. Samantha jerked forward, gripping the edge of the bed. The image vanished as quickly as it came. She swallowed, pressing her palm to her temple. “Not real,” she whispered to herself. “Just my imagination.” But the certainty wasn’t there. Trying to ground herself, she flipped to another page filled with sketches: wolves mid-shift, old territory maps, symbols she didn’t recognize. Her breathing steadied, though a faint tremor still lingered in her fingers.

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

Of herself, radiant beside him, crowned as Luna before the entire pack. By the time dawn began to break, Samantha’s dreams had already written themselves in her heart.Tomorrow, she thought with a trembling smile. Tomorrow, he will finally be mine. ---- The road beyond the Dam-Nighade border was a path few dared to take at night. Menar walked alone beneath a shroud of fog, her lantern’s flickering light barely cutting through the mist. The forest whispered around her—dry leaves rustling like murmurs of long-forgotten souls. Every few steps, she thought she heard faint laughter echoing between the trees.

The voice echoed again through the ancient hollow, rumbling like a forgotten thunder: “We did not take your vision, child.” Samantha’s breath caught in her throat. The tears that had stained her cheeks froze in place as a strange warmth coursed through her chest. She blinked rapidly, still surrounded by suffocating darkness, but somehow it no longer felt like blindness—it felt like… a waiting. “A-Am I dreaming?” she whispered, trembling. “Why can’t I see then, ancient spirits? Why is it so dark?”