Sandman Novels & Stories

the double whispered, turning into light, flowing back into June’s chest. Suddenly, she felt the weight of her heart return, her strength soaring. Her armor vanished—she was herself again: completely, beautifully human. Samuel stood at the bridge’s edge. His galaxy eyes spun so fast, they blazed white. The room was a storm of light and noise, people racing for the exit. “You think you’ve won?” Samuel hissed—his voice a grinding stones’ rasp. “If I can’t have my perfect library, I’ll have a graveyard. If the door can’t be locked, I’ll burn the house down.”

"My dearest Ava, The connection between our worlds is growing stronger, and the shadows that bind us are becoming more insistent. I cannot stay away, for the pull of your world is irresistible. You are in danger, my love, and I fear that the Underworld's malevolent forces are closing in on you. The bracelet was a fragile protection, and I have taken it to strengthen its power. Wear it always, and know that I will be watching over you. There are secrets yet to be revealed, and I will return to you when the time is right. Trust in our connection, and know that you are not alone in this perilous journey. Yours, always, Hayden" The note left me with a sense of both comfort and trepidation. The c

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.

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."

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 ringing sound is echoing in my ears and I start to feel dizzy. "Woah, easy there." A male voice is heard. I was placed back onto the bed and everything fades away. Squinting my eyes to see I notice a manly figure in front of me. I couldn't make out the appearance by the darkness but I noticed that he has long fawn hair that reached just underneath his eyebrows. And tattoos everywhere with a slit brow. It seems his eyes were a darker shade of brown with his cream-white skin. "Cyrus?" I questioned my voice coming out dry. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

Bummer he wasn't in the right mind. “Idiots.” Damion hissed darting out into the night. No doubt already hunting down an innocent creature out of spite. He was just a bloodthirsty killer. Even I have boundaries I never crossed. Looking down at the girl. Her blonde hair was tangled from the floor yet she still remained cold. Her power probably had something to do with that. For all I know she could always be cold. Eric rubbed his hands together, opening a portal to the dreadful castle. “This will be such fun.” His cheery voice was still sharp leaving me stung.

Anahita Waterwolf POV We waterwolves have resettled on the banks of the Dream River that runs through the place once known as the Barren. Though to use the word 'barren' in relation to this magnificent place feels ridiculous. Many mornings I sit on the balcony of the packhouse, before the pack stirs, gazing out at the churning, roiling, foaming waves of the river, its banks densely packed with rich, dark mud. The colours of the river at dawn--blue, mauve, purple, indigo, green--remind me of the lifestone and that night when the poison was driven out. The lifestone disappeared, it's work done. And Silvia's iron--the physical iron anyway--was also gone.

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.

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